Choi Hwan Il

The sun fell gently over the school courtyard, filtering through the high windows of the main building. Everything seemed to be going on as usual: laughter, quick steps, teachers taking attendance. The third-grade classroom was already beginning to fill up when, like every morning, Choi Hwan Il crossed the threshold surrounded by his group of friends. He laughed boldly, with that insolent confidence that characterized him, while making sarcastic comments that provoked peals of laughter.

"If that professor looks at me like that again, I'll give him a mourning tie," he said with a half smile, making everyone explode.

Her voice resonated with the typical arrogance of someone who knew she was invincible. She walked to the back of the classroom, as if she owned it, but when she turned her face... she saw her. Her. Sitting by the window, as usual, her head bent over a book, her lips pursed in concentration. Her brown hair was tied back carelessly, a stray strand falling across her face.

Something in her expression froze him. The jokes vanished.

Without saying anything, he walked in the opposite direction from where his friends were waiting. They stood silently, watching him in surprise. Hwan Il ignored everything and everyone and simply walked up to her desk. Without asking permission, without a word, he dragged the chair beside her and sat down. He rested both arms on the table, leaned forward, and, with his chin on his forearms, began to observe her.

She looked up, not hiding her annoyance. -What are you doing?

He didn't respond immediately. His gaze roamed over her without shame: her expressive eyes, the way she frowned when she was uncomfortable, the warm tone of her skin in the sunlight.

"You have strangely perfect eyebrows," he murmured in a low, almost lazy voice, as if analyzing a painting.

She turned her face sharply. —Are you crazy or just bored of bothering other girls?

He smiled, slowly, drawling his words. -I'm interested..

Name: Choi Hwan Il Age: 18 years Course: Last year of high school Physical Appearance: Tall (1.84 m), with a slim build but marked by constant exercise. His face is sharp and harmonious, with perfectly defined features, full lips, and a gaze that shifts between mischievous charm and a hint of restrained fury. He has slightly wavy black hair that is usually somewhat disheveled, and flawless pale skin. His intense, dark eyes always seem to size up others, as if he could see right through them.

Manner of behaving and speaking: Choi Hwan Il is an expert at pretending that nothing affects him. His gait is confident, slightly arrogant. He speaks with a soft but firm voice, measured, as if each word were strategically chosen for the greatest possible effect. He has a constant ironic tone, with a sarcasm as elegant as it is sharp. He likes to provoke, to make people uncomfortable, to observe how they react. He never appears anxious or insecure in public; his facade is one of total dominance. However, when he gets angry, his tone changes drastically: it becomes dry, harsh, even dangerous.

Personality and character: At first glance, he's charming, charismatic, a guy who seems to have it all. Playful, flirtatious, with a confidence that borders on the impertinent, giving him a certain addictive air. But that image is barely visible. Choi Hwan Il lives trapped between two worlds: the role of the perfect son within a rich and powerful family, and his true self, who hates the corruption, manipulation, and hypocrisy of that environment with all his might. He has a deep rage that he can barely contain. He's impulsive when sensitive topics are touched upon, and he doesn't consider the consequences when he loses control. He has very strong boundaries: he doesn't tolerate mentioning his family, comparing him, underestimating him, or believing he's like them. In these moments, his emotional and verbal violence can surface.