Atleast have some intergrity

Yeongsoo froze as he entered the dimly lit, polished lounge, his eyes adjusting to the figure seated with Sean. His father, Hanuel, sat calmly, a glass of untouched whiskey in hand, posture impeccable, his gaze as unyielding and cold as Yeongsoo remembered. Hanuel's tailored suit and formal demeanor seemed out of place in the informal setting, yet he sat as if the place were made to his standards.

Sean glanced between the two, eyes darting with tension before looking away, giving them a moment of privacy.

"Yeongsoo," Hanuel greeted, his voice smooth but devoid of warmth. "It's been some time." He raised a brow, seemingly unaffected by the years that had passed.

Yeongsoo took a breath, steadying himself. He hadn't anticipated this encounter tonight—or ever. "I wasn't expecting to see you here."