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Unironically, Dante couldn't agree more. The social worker and the psychoanalyst often collaborate. If Eunjae's line of work is to help the ones in need ; Dante and his cabinet's goal is to modernize care by offering a mental health diagnosis and follow up approach to a few associations that catch their attention in their achievements . "Indeed. I bet on receiving my invite for the first commercial flight to Mars before major depressive disorder is socially considered as a disability." He couldn't deny interest whenever interacting with Eunjae. As a psychoanalyst, he tends to psychoanalyze everything and everyone, some catch more his attention than others, something underlying about her. " The Bees. That would be a good name for the pediatric care foundation, don't you think? That is what we do here, we tend to our litte bees and their tiny wings first." The children, he means.

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"Next time let's do it in your car. I believe I'm being followed, I could recognize the plate of my husband's PI from a thousand memories way. Oh it does turn me on, he keeps asking me to show him what I'm being taught at Yoga classes. Ugh I'm a woman of the people but I should have known better, the "Flip your Dog posture"? Digsuting. Yoga truly is for the working class."

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to: m / f. idea: seraphina kang is the first born daughter of the prestigious Kang family, heiress, married woman, perfetion. or is she? your muse and her are having an affair.

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"It's a pleasure to have welcomed you in the family, Dear." Seraphina's smile is always gentle, tender, her eyes, too. Like a painting of perfect manners and kindness. "Ever since you stand by my dearest brother's side, I feel it in my bones, you are the perfect wife he has always been hoping for. We are fond of you. Even my dearest husband, I do see Dante and you get along pretty naturally, as well." Her smile never wither, neither do her eyes connected to Mari's ( @goldenheirs ) . "How do you feel? We come as a clan, it can be impressive, overwhemling. Are you ajudsting well? If anything, you can talk to me. As your big sister in law, I can give you the guidance you might need."

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"Allegra Darling. ( @stillresolved ) I was not expecting to see you so early in the Month. As you usually only come by to answer daddy's invitation to the family dinner, it's a lovely surprise." A pause is made, as her smile rests on her lips, the type of smile that is typical of hers. Sympathetic. Gentle. There is this natural lightness, elegance to Seraphina's words and demaneors, staged in a way that it just couldn't be real. Perhaps the distance between her and her little sister has suffered from it, this plasticity in their interactions, this candor that Seraphina liked to wear on her sleeve as a card to play. If Bellamy tended to resemble his father, there was this will in him to do better, still - despite his conservatory thoughs about modern monarchy, it is true that Bellamy's wish was to add a touch of modernity to the way he would run the family business as well as establishing himself as a family leader. Seraphina on the other end, was the exact same as her mother : this desire to appear as a pretty face the country would put on a pedestal, the quintessential korean woman. It isn't such a surprise that like all, she had her secrets, yet, unlike many around her, it was impossible to tell what she was truly made of - a blur that Seraphina loved to use at her advantage when times are appropriate. "Are you staying for the afternoon dearest? I would love us to do some catching up. I have no idea what has happened in your life lately mmm I feel like a bad big sister." A coquettish laughter escapes from her lips followed with a light pout.

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"It's Elixir des Merveilles by Hermes, you uncultured cunt." The city could be set on fire that Kang Seraphina would never allow herself to swear, frown or drop her perfect dazzling smile. An act that fell every single time Yihwa and her came together. History, years of friendship, compromised as the more time went, the harder it was for their worlds to fit together. Yihwa always had secrets, Sera, too, some they shared, some they couldn't, in any case hey did care about each other, a lot. "Ugh. Mind you, I came here as an attempt to make peace. Again." Sera had to remind herself not to fall for Yihwa's provocation. Back in the days they were entirely something else, weren't they. It all fell down when Seraphina chose her life. The responsabilities of a Kang. Marrying Dante. The perfect trophy wife. Yihwa's mean lines about her perfumes meant something. Deep down, Seraphina would always blamed herself even though, she never could pinpoint why Yihwa never ran after her. Many attempts at making peace yet it always lead to more division. Perhaps that unbearable feeling of failing to be as close as before, an all or nothing policy. "I just cannot help myself but to think about your oh so annoying face. Which is... pretty often." Her features soften slightly, perhaps it is the nostalgia that pushes them to try again and again. Also that apology sucks. The pride of a Kang - if only she managed to drop that, she would tell her friend how much life without her isn't the way. She crosses her arms, her eyes traveling in all directions before finally setting on Yihwa again. Seraphina knows what it looks like, everytime she realizes she's being suffocated by all this posing, there is no place to seek genuine relationships. Somehow, even conflictual, this one is one of the realest she has left. "Can we try again... ?"

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  seraphina, argentique.

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The clicking of the cameras is as loud as the screams from the journalists and paparazzis waiting by the entrance. As the car finally reaches its destination, Bellamy does what he always does whenever in company of his dear fiancée : getting out of the car first by himself in order to open the door to Mari ( @goldenheirs ). Publicly, the heir is refusing for the voiturier to take care of the task. The attendees devour the scene, such a prince charming, humble enough to tend to the needs of his princess. He holds his arm out for her to seize and walk by his side down the alley, the center of all attentions since their arrival. "BELLAMY! MARIA! BELLAMY KANG! MARIA! MARIA!" Their names are the loudest right here, right now as other celebrities, models, influencers, socialites and singers leave their spotlights to them. Korea's golden couple, the heir and the heiress of all Korean's wealth : the royal wedding of the century said all the medias. Of course his smile is dazzling on his lips as he often looks at her, towards her, minding her, handing his hand out when they climbs stairs to make sure she is comfortable in her dress and heels to do so, eyes of a loving future husband on his fiancée, which is perfectly captured with every single picture of them being taken as they are invited to wave left and right. Finally, they enter in the building, a prestigious one reserved especially for the W soirée, an evening not to miss for the elite. Their coats being taken care of as expected and soon, they are joining the pool of attendees inside. "I cannot wait to see our presence here covered by all the news first thing tomorrow, we look absolutely fabulous and everyone knows it. Brunch and spa just the two of us to savour it my darling?"

Bellamy's usual peacocking of course, the prince adores being the center of attention ; actually, he is genuinely pleased to share this exposure with her. Mari arrived in his life by surprise. It has been years since the competition of suitors to marry the golden swan of the Kang family has started. Oh so many evenings organized by his father and mother themselves in order to meet these girls from the other big 7 families. Yoon Mari was among the last ones he got the chance to meet and well, he couldn't deny he did fall for her charms, her wit, her liveliness - as playful, mischevious and devious as him. Smart, too. Many of these women have been mistaken believing Bellamy only wanted an empty pretty vase of a traditional wife but no, that would be beyond boring for him. He might be conservative in wanting the rich to stay with the rich yet he is no old mysoginist man, he wants a partner in crime, someone he desires to treat as his equal, he believes he can see that in Mari. Even if Bellamy will never be caught talking ill of his own father, his mentor and model, he would hate his marriage to resemble the one of his parents : a mother who happened to be completely submitted to her husband's wills. Mari and him, they have fun when they are together, don't they. "You are absolutely beautiful tonight, you know that? I love this dress on you. Did my dearest cousin help you choose?" He speaks to her on his usual relaxed yet suave voice, facing her with a smile on his lips, his fingers delicate on this strand of hair of hers he delicately seizes, while his other hand rests around her waist, keeping her close. It isn't all for show, he does hold her and keeps his hands on her the way he believes a fiancé should, yet respectfully as little by little they learned how to get close, comfortable. Ah yes, his rivarly with Gaya will never vanish however he likes the idea of Mari getting along with the members of his family, it is more important to. him. His can settle his silent war with Gaya when the time for a showdown comes. "Dance with me? It would be a waste not to, we're too beautiful. Plus look at these posers over there, what is this, they call that weak waddling around "dancing"? Embarassing. We Have to show them how it's done." Him as a dancer, of course he has fun taking over the dance floor make her spin a little.

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"I know I do, else we wouldn't always find each other in such events to ... keep things interesting together, don't you think." A side smirkish smile as he raises his champagne glass to the words. Indeed, he is fully aware Zia loves to mess around a little as well, which he appreciates in her. A light snicker then follows. "My hands in Lee's blazer? You want that? This sad little man gets so little to none action, he would get the wrong idea." A delicate shrug then follows. "You cannot resist the thrill of the challenge, I see it in your eyes. I tell you what, while you steal the phone and to show you I like to play, I will do whatever you ask of me, too. Name it. It's a dare or dare."

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"Come on don't act like you've never stolen a phone from a man before - the sneaking around to achieve the task is high quality entertainment. You know Lee hates my guts - sure, the bastard has no choice but to invite me to these parties, however talking to the bastard for more than five minutes would apppear rater... suspicious- Let alone sliding my beautiful hands in his last season Armani blazer accidently" Indeed, isn't it hard to believe Bellamy Kang, the little prince of seoulite chaebols would ask anybody to do his dirty work, quite on the contrary he would have loved to do it himself, it's just a little risky. Lee, his greatest nemesis, and well, Bellamy is already always scheming on the next move to drag Lee in a scandal that would be beneficial for the Kangs - it's fun. "Plus, you know I'm a man of my reputation, any favor you do me, I return. There must be something you need, hm?"

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  bellamy, linen and wood.

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I'm made of rain by Isabelle Menin

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"Good boy." Dante states, as the man likes what he sees. The room is empty, silent as he walks towards Jiso, observing him from head to toe, the sight of blood dripping down the boy's fingertips : a beautiful sight. The plan Dante had with Jiso went beyond every dirty secret he already had at La Rose, his very own secret society. He wanted his own little pet, this little project to be his and only his : a weapon to use for his own benefit. "I will request a hot both to be ran for you, wash yourself off. As I did say, make me proud and I shall pamper you. Are you happy? To make me proud?"

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Audio #65. Control and hunger.

2024, March. Dante's recorded journal.

“March 20th, 2024, self analysis journal entry number 65. It is 10 in the evening. I haven't quite finished the chapter I was aiming to submit to my publicist before the day ends. For my third book, I realize the direction we've chosen is limiting. I would want to go furthur, to share more than simple didactics. The entire psychoanalysts community is waiting for that book, in a good way as much as in a bad one, ready to tear it all apart if I do not do as good at my firsts. I lack inspiration therefore, recording this diary helps me empty my mind. Last sunday, a question made me re-thin on a few things. Why building an empire in the shadows? The question was beyond interesting to me : I have already asked it to myself countless times, however, it was the first time it came from the outside. I looked above my shoulder, the masked one was standing behind me, a girl of pleasure working the night for one of the most beautiful evenings we had at La Rose. Then walking towards the railing to remain by my side. I did not answer, she did not await for an actual answer either, simply letting her interrogation float, suspended. I firmly believe my wife wanted La Rose for control. Why building such an empire if not to take back what seems has been taken away from her through her entire life. Carrying the last name she does, it all comes with expectations she seemingly fulfills to perfection. When I observe her, she is perfection, in the way she speaks, walks, breathes. It appears natural even though the gears under her skull has been programmed to project this carefully crafted image of herself. Unlike the rest of the family, calmness seems to run on her skin. In a way, she is fascinating to me, I wouldn’t call it Love, what we have, fascination is a more suitable term. I for a long time wondered if disorders would emerge from such a long time act, such as neuroticism. In fact, as years pass, I can see the cracks in her will. There is such violence, in the eyes she lays on what goes on behind the closed doors of our beautiful secret society. Only here, it seems, she lets herself enjoy representing everything the outside world does not have a clue she truly is. I often watches her collecting information and hours and hours of footage of the grand names of this country who has been part of the society for years now : footage them diving into the most disgusting fantasies we provide to them at La Rose. The price to pay for pleasure is enormous, considering she now owns them all. Would she ever release the tapes? Obviously not. It would mean the end of our beautiful business - she simply adores the idea of everyone thinking she can.  Me, it never has been about control, never has been about becoming some sort of guru that holds tapes and tales and records of morally disgusting transactions above anyone's head. If I one day do, it will only to see how far they are willing to go to protect themselves, now that would be interesting. All together, it is the price they pay for pleasure that is the center of it all for me. Isn’t it ironic, for those who have it all to never stop from wanting more. And so I watch, the lines they insist to cross further and further. It is so biblical to me, the Rights and Wrongs dictated by some some higher being. Doesn’t that make me the higher being here? Serving on a plate all the Wrongs we could possibly find for them to feast on. I see it as entertainment then, a social experiment one could say. I would be hypocritical if I didn't include myself though, in a sordid way, I am a patient too. It drives me, to see how far I can get and how long I can get away with it. Freud was right after all, even if he foolishly states it’s the libido that controls us all, I would call it hunger instead.”

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What does one gets so alineated by, so addicted to, that all moral lines get blurred and devored? The Game? The Forbidden? The Unlimited Power of crossing the lines furthur and furthur again? What is there left to have when one can just, have it all? Ahn Dante's philosophy of life is transmitted to everything he does, touches, explores, the need, the crave to go oh so far, a soul is stripped down to the hells of its own desires, that what he likes. He lays down their hotel room's bed, the sheets covering his lower body as he presses the button on that show she usually likes the watch once they reach exhaustation from having each other, over and over again. The sound of water isn't running just yet, as if more time has been spent between her entrance in the bathroom and the shower in question and then, the shower just keeps on running, endlessly. Dante is an analytical man, the type that enjoys paying attention to these little details that say more about yourself than you would want. Ah, but for Doctor Ahn, a man of his age, of his status, to bang his mistresses in hotel rooms have become borderline boring and lost its taste after many years. His word can be law one spoken, all bodies and minds willing to bend a submit, agree and just do whatever the hell he asks, a bless and a curse for the Kang-Ahn powerful figures of this world, Dante thinks. Indeed, to him, having power is one thing, what makes it exciting is that edge where you could just lose it for craving more, always, more. Mari isn't a mere distraction, unlike any random hooker, escort, desperate socialliate he could get - she, could just as equally ruin his life if she truly wanted to. Twisted to know that's what he gets him going the hardest. He knocks, for her to open as his eyes linger on her once she does, the towel wrapped around her body and him, is in his boxers only. There is this carnal crave he couldn't even care to hide, he would love to rail her again and he would, just one last time before they part ways but no, something is going on inside her head and he wants to know what. Her words are playful as usual, teasing as she walks past the man, picking her her thrown out clothes down the floor.

"How could I not." He simply announces when she asks if he missed her - as he observes her, this hurry for her to get out of here. He catches her then, preventing her from going furthur or picking up more clothes. Her frame is so petite compared to his large torso, her small body caught and lead, to have her right where he loves to watch her, in front of that gigantic mirror above the dressing table. His large hand firm around her hipbone, his other, holding her chin for her to face their reflection. "What is it." There is curiosity in his eyes, wondering, observing their half dressed bodies in a vision he got used to, a vision he likes. Her body pressed against the edge, his right behind hers, against hers, feeling her. His nose travels up the nape of her neck, delicate. Her fragance is as soft as her skin is. Precious. His lips then, leaving a trail up to her ear he catches between the lobe of. Oh how many dirty things he did whisper n that ear of hers. There is something about Dante's aura, something disturbingly calm and yet, holder of all the vices and secrets a man can possibly have. Evil sure, yet in such an unexplainable way.

"Was I a little too rough on you? Mmm don't be mad, I could fuck you all day like that." It is a play, the play of skin against skin, this chaotic and disastrous sexual raw connection that didn't leave them the first time they did it. It was no so long than three weeks ago at the White party, her back against that wall in the cloakroom, her dress pulled up, his hand over her mouth to keep her from moaning a little too loud first, her underwear stuffed between her teeth then, and his own mouth buried down her hair to prevent from groaning while he was buried so deep inside her, just the belt undone. It was the conclusion of weeks of tension before that, the eyes she had lingering on him, the eyes he had when watching over her : at these family dinners of endless fake niceties. If only Seraphina and Bellamy weren't so whispery, typical Kangs and their family secrets, leaving Dante and Mari alone more than once in the room right next to them. "I like your eyes. The most disturbing, disgusting craves you have, I can see them since the day I've met you, Maria. You get high on the thought of me heading to bed to my wife with the feeling of your thighs still trapped under mine. Don't you?" He likes to call her Maria - there is a biblical touch to it, similarly to his own name, Dante and his inferno. "If it's our secret you get so concerned about, I will say it again, nobody can find out therefore, nobody will." He surprisingly is not the type to see her as a toy he would fuck whenever he want to, no, not her in this position she had that was giving her enough power to make an entire royal system collapse, marrying the young prince in this town and him, being the King who enjoys his disgusting little secrets to never distub the piece at the castle. His fingers are caressing down her shoulder, kisses left on her scapula as his eyes do not leave hers through the mirror. "Are you having second thoughts, Angel?" He whispers against her skin, the heat rising again. "Does he ask you why you leave so early in the morning?"A snicker escapes from his mouth.

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  Welcome to La Rose.