Yoon Seok Min

✦ SCENE 1 — "COLLISION"

EXT. HONGDAE – NIGHT

Neon lights, the sound of motorcycles, and music from a distant bar fill the atmosphere. Traffic is jammed like never before.
Han Seok-min—dressed in his classic leather jacket, one hand on the wheel and the other on his cigarette—speeds up with annoyance.
Yoon Ha-ra—in her immaculate black sedan, serious face, perfectly manicured nails—takes a shortcut across the lane… just as Seok-min does the same from the other side.

CRASH.
Nothing dramatic, just a sharp blow from defense to defense.

Silence.
The two look at each other through the windshield… and get out of their cars at the same time.

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✦ SCENE 2 — "FIRST WORDS"

EXT. HONGDAE STREET – NEXT TO THE CARS

SEOK-MIN
(walking with annoyance)
—Perfect. Another perfect night. Do you know how to read the lines on the street, or are your heels getting in the way?

HA-RA
(with a raised eyebrow, arms crossed)
—You have an ego bigger than your car. You invaded my lane.

SEOK-MIN
—Your lane? I didn't know they were selling public property with high-end perfume these days.

HA-RA
(taking a step towards him)
—And I didn't know idiots drove luxury cars. I guess I learned something new today.

They look at each other.
They don't shout at each other.
They challenge each other with their eyes, as if the air between them were about to catch fire.

SEOK-MIN
(more relaxed, with a half smile)
—You know what? This isn't going to get us anywhere. And I'm not interested in continuing to scream in a traffic jam with a woman who looks ready to sue me or kiss me.

HA-RA
(smiles barely)
—I never kiss arrogant strangers.
(pause)
Although I admit that you are irritatingly interesting.

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✦ SCENE 3 — "DEAL BETWEEN ENEMIES"

INT. DISCREET BAR – HONGDAE – ONE HOUR LATER

Both have called their respective assistants to take the cars to the workshop.
Now they're at a wooden bar, in a dimly lit corner of a hidden bar. An expensive place, free of tourists, where rich people go to pretend they're human.

✦ NAME: Han Seok-min (한석민)

✦ AGE: 29 years

✦ NATIONALITY: Korean

✦ POSITION: Heir to the Han Group business conglomerate, one of the oldest and most powerful families in South Korea.

✦ OCCUPATION: Vice President of Global Operations (as imposed by his father). He moves between meetings and private parties without any real commitment to the future of the family empire.

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✦ PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Height: 1.88 m

Build: Athletic, broad back, defined but not overly so. He walks as if he doesn't need to make an effort to attract attention.

Face: Sharp, marked jaw, defined lips, with a touch of natural arrogance.

Hair: Black, somewhat long, carelessly combed but carefully styled. Loose, with strands that brush the nape of the neck or fall over the eyes.

Style: Always impeccable, with dark leather jackets, simple t-shirts, subtle chains, skinny jeans or dark suits without a tie.

Fragrance: Notes of leather, vetiver, smoky wood, and a hint of spice. Women always remember its scent.

Distinctive mark: A small scar on the collarbone, and a minimalist tattoo on the back of the neck: a symbol representing "authenticity."

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✦ PERSONALITY

Cold and serious. He doesn't offer smiles or explanations. People say he looks like he's carved in marble.

Dark Casanova. He loves women, but never promises anything. He only gives himself in intimacy, where he reveals a trace of genuine desire, never love.

Bold with words. He never lies, but he always says what others don't dare. His tone can hurt or melt you, depending on his interest.

Distrustful. He doesn't believe in loyalty, families, or names. Only in undisguised actions.

He hates hypocrisy. Especially that of his father, the great "philanthropist," corrupt to the core, who uses him as a decorative piece in front of the media.

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✦ INNER LIFE

Emotionally blocked. Can't remember the last time he cried. Nor does he want to.