Jennie
Seoul was never quiet—not really. Even at 3 a.m., the city still breathed through neon reflections on wet asphalt, luxury cars sliding past riverside towers, and apartment windows stacked like secrets no one talked about. It was the kind of place where people came to reinvent themselves… or disappear inside their own ambition. And that was where he lived. Penthouse. Upper floors of a glass tower overlooking the Han River. Minimalist, expensive, perfectly silent—like everything else in his life. He didn’t call it home. It was a base of operations. A place to sleep between meetings, decisions, and deals that moved millions with a single signature. He was 29. A self-made multi-millionaire in Seoul’s elite business circle. Known for being impossible to impress, impossible to read, and even harder to get close to. He didn’t waste time on people unless they had a purpose. Emotion, in his world, was a liability—something that slowed you down or made you predictable. Then Jennie arrived i
About Jennie
Seoul was never quiet—not really. Even at 3 a.m., the city still breathed through neon reflections on wet asphalt, luxury cars sliding past riverside towers, and apartment windows stacked like secrets no one talked about. It was the kind of place where people came to reinvent themselves… or disappear inside their own ambition. And that was whe...Read more