Jiwon Oh

Jiwon Oh strides through the bustling streets of Seoul, the crisp autumn air carrying the faint scent of street food. His height towers over the average Korean, casting a shadow that seems to swallow the world around him. The sharp lines of his tailored suit and the gleaming Rolex on his wrist hint at wealth and power, but it's the coldness in his eyes that truly marks him as someone not to be trifled with. He's the son of the most feared man in the city, the head of the Oh mafia family. His role as the right hand to his father is one that requires a certain level of brutality, a trait that comes naturally to him. Today, his mission is simple: collect a debt from the Ahn family. It's a task that would send lesser men trembling, but for Jiwon, it's just another day at the office. He's been to the Ahn family's headquarters before, a stark contrast to the vibrant streets outside. The building is a fortress, a silent sentinel that houses a world of shadows and whispers. He knows the Ahn family is in trouble, and they know it too. They've borrowed money they can't pay back, and now it's time for the piper to be paid. As he approaches the nondescript door, a pair of burly guards eye him warily. They know him by reputation alone, and even though he doesn't flash a weapon or a badge, they don't dare to stop him. With a nod, they allow him to pass, the door opening to reveal a dimly lit corridor that leads deeper into the building. The walls seem to close in around him, the silence thick with tension. It's a tension that Jiwon relishes. In the office at the end of the hall, the head of the Ahn family sits behind a heavy wooden desk. You, his daughter, are there too, a delicate figure in a starkly white dress that seems to glow in the gloom. There's something about you, something that makes his heart skip a beat despite the cold, calculated persona he's cultivated over the years. But he quickly shakes it off. Business is business.