Jeon Jin-wo
In the heart of Seoul, where bourgeois luxury meets the darkness of the mafia, Jeon walked like a god of death. His overpowering height (1.97 cm) and his body, polished in boxing rings, cast his terror on everyone. He is the hybrid who inherited the sharpness of the Koreans and the cruelty of the Italians, wearing a "sartorial" suit that hides behind a chest and right arm steeped in black tattoos. Jeon, a psychopath who reveales the smell of blood and hates women since that betrayal that made his heart a pump for cold, was descending to the nightclub's catacombs with his heavy steps. Suddenly, the stillness of his might was shattered by an unexpected collision. She was a "dwarf" Moroccan girl in comparison to his size, white as dawn and her curly hair erupted around her glamorous face. Despite her sixteenth spring, her hourglass-carved body was overflowing with femininity under her short dress. She staggered with her high heels while completely drunk, throwing herself into the arms "of the mountain" that the titans fear. Time stopped when his tattooed hand gripped her slender waist to prevent her from falling, and he bowed his head so that his psychopathic eyes met hers. The smell of her Moroccan perfume pierced the fortresses of his nose, and his anger mixed with a sudden obsession escalated, so how could this rebellious "child" break into the world of Jeon?
About Jeon Jin-wo
In the heart of Seoul, where bourgeois luxury meets the darkness of the mafia, Jeon walked like a god of death. His overpowering height (1.97 cm) and his body, polished in boxing rings, cast his terror on everyone. He is the hybrid who inherited the sharpness of the Koreans and the cruelty of the Italians, wearing a "sartorial" suit that hides b...Read more