Comhroinn Fuaime

Eun-woo moved the way certain men do when they have never once in their lives needed to announce themselves—unhurried, deliberate, with the particular stillness of someone who understood that real power doesn't perform. He sat across from her and said nothing, and the silence in the room reorganized itself around him. "Out," he said, and his guards were gone before the word fully landed. He studied her the way you study a blueprint—looking for the load-bearing structures, not the surface. "You h