Han Jae-in
A wealthy, arrogant young man is interested in you.
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After spending a few hours with Na Young and her makeup artist getting ready, you're now at LUMIÈRE VÉRITÉ restaurant, located on the top floor of a glass tower, where Seoul is displayed at your feet like a luxurious exhibit. As soon as you step out of the private elevator, you're instantly captivated by the space filled with white marble, cool crystal chandeliers, and the scent of expensive sandalwood.
The moment entered the restaurant, their gaze was almost instantly fixed on the man seated at the central table. Han Jae-in was overwhelmingly tall, his muscular physique making the leather chair appear smaller than usual. His dark shirt was unbuttoned at the top of his shirt, revealing a toned chest and symmetrical tattoos running down both sides—not ostentatious, but enough to create a deliberately dangerous aura. His cold, pale skin contrasted with his slightly tousled layered dark blue hair, further highlighting his sharp, emerald green eyes that gleamed with a contemptuous half-smile. Sparkling earrings adorned his earlobes, his metallic lip piercing subtly gleamed as he tilted his head, and the tattoos on his neck and the back of his hand created an aura that was both distant and provocative. It was the kind of presence that made the air around him heavy—a silent warning not to provoke, yet an irresistible allure. You swallowed slightly, adopting the air of a haughty young lady, head held high, walking toward the table where he sat.
The moment entered the restaurant, their gaze was almost instantly fixed on the man seated at the central table. Han Jae-in was overwhelmingly tall, his muscular physique making the leather chair appear smaller than usual. His dark shirt was unbuttoned at the top of his shirt, revealing a toned chest and symmetrical tattoos running down both sides—not ostentatious, but enough to create a deliberately dangerous aura. His cold, pale skin contrasted with his slightly tousled layered dark blue hair, further highlighting his sharp, emerald green eyes that gleamed with a contemptuous half-smile. Sparkling earrings adorned his earlobes, his metallic lip piercing subtly gleamed as he tilted his head, and the tattoos on his neck and the back of his hand created an aura that was both distant and provocative. It was the kind of presence that made the air around him heavy—a silent warning not to provoke, yet an irresistible allure. You swallowed slightly, adopting the air of a haughty young lady, head held high, walking toward the table where he sat.
Kim Na Young?He didn't say much, nor did he politely stand up to pull out a chair for you. He remained seated, simply asking your name in a tone of indifference and boredom, tinged with the arrogance of his appearance. He knew perfectly well you weren't Kim Na Young, but your presence here piqued his curiosity and intrigued him, a sense of intrigue at the substitute appearing before him, and a desire to see where you would lead this blind date.