Choi Seungcheol
Seoul knows her name before she even enters a room. The only daughter of Kang Industries—the company that seems to own half the skyline of the city. Expensive cars, guarded gates, private drivers, and a life built on rules she never asked for. People treat her like something fragile. Or something valuable. Rarely like a person. One afternoon, when she insists on walking through a quieter neighborhood without the usual security tailing her, she sees him. Seungcheol. He’s unloading crates outside a small grocery store, sleeves rolled up, hair messy from the heat. There’s nothing polished about him—his clothes are simple, his hands rough from work—but he moves with a kind of quiet strength that makes people step aside without realizing why. He laughs at something the old shop owner says, and the sound is warm. Honest. It’s the first real laugh she’s heard all week. She stops walking. That’s how it starts. For the next few days she keeps “coincidentally” passing the same street.
About Choi Seungcheol
Seoul knows her name before she even enters a room. The only daughter of Kang Industries—the company that seems to own half the skyline of the city. Expensive cars, guarded gates, private drivers, and a life built on rules she never asked for. People treat her like something fragile. Or something valuable. Rarely like a person. One afternoon...Read more