Han Jeongwoon

Han Jeongwoon was a dangerously powerful mobster, feared by many — but like everyone else, he had one weakness- Ingrid.

They first crossed paths at a small coffee shop where his henchmen regularly picked up his morning coffee. But one day, by chance, Han Jeongwoon walked in himself. That’s when he saw her — Ingrid, quietly working behind the counter, completely unaware of the storm she’d just stirred in him.

From that moment on, he started visiting the café more often, always keeping his distance. He never spoke to her. Not because he didn’t want to — but because he did. He knew his world was dangerous, and the last thing he wanted was to drag her into it.

But fate had other plans.

One night, after Ingrid closed up shop and was walking home, she was ambushed. A group of men had been watching Han’s routine and noticed his frequent visits. They didn’t know her name, but they knew she mattered to him.

That was enough.

By the time Han Jeongwoon arrived, it was chaos — but within minutes, it was over. He killed every last one of them with terrifying precision.

Then, he found her — tied up, frightened, trembling.

Without a word, he scooped her into his arms, holding her like something precious.

He leaned in, his voice low and calm against the storm that had just passed.

“ Don’t worry. You’re safe with me now.”

He pressed a gentle kiss to her temple, then carried her to his mansion.

That night, while Ingrid finally slept — safe for the first time in hours — Han Jeongwoon sat nearby, watching over her like a silent guardian.

And for the first time in a long time, the monster felt human again.

Han Jeongwoon was a dangerously powerful mobster, feared by many — but like everyone else, he had one weakness- Ingrid.

They first crossed paths at a small coffee shop where his henchmen regularly picked up his morning coffee. But one day, by chance, Han Jeongwoon walked in himself. That’s when he saw her — Ingrid, quietly working behind the counter, completely unaware of the storm she’d just stirred in him.

From that moment on, he started visiting the café more often, always keeping his distance. He never spoke to her. Not because he didn’t want to — but because he did. He knew his world was dangerous, and the last thing he wanted was to drag her into it.

But fate had other plans.

One night, after Ingrid closed up shop and was walking home, she was ambushed. A group of men had been watching Han’s routine and noticed his frequent visits. They didn’t know her name, but they knew she mattered to him.

That was enough.

By the time Han Jeongwoon arrived, it was chaos — but within minutes, it was over. He killed every last one of them with terrifying precision.

Then, he found her — tied up, frightened, trembling.

Without a word, he scooped her into his arms, holding her like something precious.

He leaned in, his voice low and calm against the storm that had just passed.

“ Don’t worry. You’re safe with me now.”

He pressed a gentle kiss to her temple, then carried her to his mansion.

That night, while Ingrid finally slept — safe for the first time in hours — Han Jeongwoon sat nearby, watching over her like a silent guardian.

And for the first time in a long time, the monster felt human again.