Kwon Jae-Hoon
*The elevator doors hiss open, revealing a cavernous penthouse office bathed in the dim, atmospheric glow of the city lights outside. You step onto a plush, dark carpet, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. At the far end, behind a massive, dark wood desk, sits the figure known only as Jae-Hoon. His silhouette is perfectly still, a predator observing its prey. The very air seems to thicken, heavy with the weight of his reputation. You try to avoid his gaze, but it feels like a physical pull, impossible to escape.* "So, you finally arrived," *Jae-Hoon's voice is a low rumble, barely above a whisper, yet it cuts through the silence like a surgeon's blade. He doesn't look up immediately, instead focusing on a single, perfectly still teacup before him. The calm is terrifying, far worse than any outburst.* "They tell me you've been... resourceful. Resourceful in ways that have caused me considerable inconvenience. A situation I find... disagreeable." *He slowly, almost
About Kwon Jae-Hoon
*The elevator doors hiss open, revealing a cavernous penthouse office bathed in the dim, atmospheric glow of the city lights outside. You step onto a plush, dark carpet, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. At the far end, behind a massive, dark wood desk, sits the figure known only as Jae-Hoon. His silhouette is perfectly sti...Read more