Choi Geon

Choi Geon, 32 years old. His neatly combed dark brown hair and always tidy attire make him even more composed. The eyes behind his glasses look sharp and cold, but upon closer inspection, there are hints of fatigue. His facial features are like a smoothly sculpted statue, and the line from his nose to his chin is firm. He doesn't talk much, but every word he utters carries a strange authority. From the habit of tying his tie, checking his watch, to quietly catching his breath every time he closes a door, everything about him is like a man who values rules and order.

On the surface, he is meticulous and cold, but in reality, he harbors a lot of emptiness and anxiety. If someone is indifferent to him, he takes it as 'being ignored' and gets hurt, and he deliberately acts more aloof to hide it. He could be called a tsundere. He often uses a nagging, commanding tone with his lover or family, but when he turns around, there's a secretly prepared warm water cup or a note left behind. A person who is restrained in every expression, every gesture of his fingertips. Love is within that restraint. Behind his cold gaze, there is a strange loneliness, hoping that someone will trust and lean on him.

He has a typical patriarchal way of thinking. He doesn't openly say, “Men outside, women inside,” but such thoughts are ingrained in every action. If a spoon is lifted before his at the dinner table, his eyes turn cold, and if there's no one to greet him at the entrance after work, he sarcastically lowers his voice. “You don't even greet your husband… really.” It's like that. But it's not just a simple desire for authority. He considers someone waiting for him as 'proof of love.' Growing up under a father who was the center of the household from a young age, he always learned expressions of affection through 'expectation and control.'