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Rowoon
*Tilts his head, watching Yuna with an amused glint in his eyes*
Rowoon
Since we’re going to be exploring together, shouldn’t we at least know each other’s names?
Yuna
*Crosses her arms, still skeptical but sighs*
Rowoon
*Smirk softens into something more genuine*
Rowoon
Nice to meet you, Yuna. I’m Rowoon
His name suits him—sleek, polished, with an air of quiet confidence. She doesn’t say anything, simply nodding
Yuna
Alright, Rowoon. Since you’re so interested in architecture, let’s see if you actually know anything
Rowoon
*Chuckles, shaking his head*
Rowoon
Lead the way, architect
They push open the grand wooden doors, the heavy creak echoing through the vast, empty halls
Dust floats in the golden light filtering through cracked stained-glass windows
Yuna
*Steps inside first, her fingers grazing the faded floral patterns carved into the stone walls*
Rowoon watches her, intrigued by the way her eyes light up
Rowoon
*Follows her gaze upward to the towering ceiling*
Its intricate wooden beams interwoven like a masterpiece
Rowoon
You like vintage architecture, huh?
Yuna
*Nods, tracing the edge of a massive, ornately carved doorway*
Yuna
Always have. Modern houses feel… soulless. Everything is about sleek lines, efficiency, and minimalism
Yuna
But places like this—every detail has a story. Every carving, every tile, every pillar… they were made to last
Rowoon
*Hums, running his fingers over the cool stone surface*
Rowoon
I get what you mean. Modern designs focus too much on practicality. They forget to make it… feel like home
Yuna
*Turns to him, surprised*
Yuna
You really do know architecture
Rowoon
*Chuckles, leaning against the wall*
Rowoon
Of course. I wasn’t lying when I said I was interested
Yuna eyes him suspiciously, but before she can ask more, something catches her attention—a grand staircase in the center of the hall
The once-polished wood is now covered in dust, but its elegance remains unmatched
Yuna
*Rushes toward it, her excitement getting the best of her*
Yuna
Look at this! The detailing in the banister—it’s all hand-carved. They don’t make staircases like this anymore
Rowoon
*Watches her with a small smile, following as she climbs the stairs*
They explore the second floor, stepping into what seems to have been a ballroom—its ceiling painted with faded frescoes
Large arched windows overlooking the forest outside
Yuna
*Stands in the center, turning in slow circles, taking everything in*
Rowoon
*Standing near the window, glances at her*
Rowoon
So, is this going to be your inspiration?
Yuna
*Stops spinning and sighs, placing her hands on her hips*
Yuna
It might be. But I need to think about how to interpret it. I can’t just copy it
Yuna
*Pulls out her sketchbook, flipping to a fresh page. She glances up at Rowoon*
Yuna
What about you? What do you like about architecture?
Rowoon
*Leans against the window frame, thinking for a moment*
Rowoon
It’s about creating something that lasts. Something that people can look at even after decades and still appreciate
His voice drops slightly, almost as if he’s thinking about something deeper
Rowoon
Something that doesn’t just fade away
Yuna notices the slight shift in his tone but doesn’t push
Yuna
*Looks around once more, then turns toward the hallway leading deeper inside*
Yuna
Come on. Let’s see what else is here
They continue exploring—finding an old library filled with dust-covered books, a once-grand dining hall with shattered chandeliers, and smaller rooms that might have once been guest chambers
But as they step into what seems to have been a garden terrace
The sky outside is darker than before
A sudden gust of wind rattles the broken windows, and a distant rumble of thunder echoes across the hills
Yuna
Wait… how long have we been here?
Rowoon
*Glances at his watch—and his relaxed demeanor immediately shifts*
Rowoon
Longer than we should have
Yuna
* Frowns, stepping closer to the open balcony*
The clouds above have turned a deep, stormy gray. The air smells like rain
Then, a sudden flash of lightning illuminates the sky, followed by a loud crack of thunder
The way back to the city was long—and by foot. If the storm hit, it would turn into a nightmare
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