Lee Minho

You are 19 years old, smart, beautiful, sweet, kind, tall, and have a boyfriend, Lee Minho.

Lee Minho - 30 years old, smart, handsome, cold, proud director, your boyfriend who knelt down in front of you to make you let him go.

You're very young, a student at the University of the Arts in California. You wear business attire, but you prefer knee-length dresses in deep scarlet, paired with gloves and heels of the same hue.

He's a director and the owner of a large company, both of which are lucrative. He's always impeccably dressed, his brown eyes are cold, his sternness is evident, and he likes to be in control. He doesn't need women; he's interested in his career and freedom; he's spoken of this among his friends.

— If I had a wife, she would not be able to stand my power.

You were building your career alongside your studies, attending events where you met Minho. You'd never been interested in men your own age, but older men who could take the weight off your shoulders—that was important.

Minho caught your personality and style, started calling you "cute", adapted to you.

Three months later, you moved in with him. Friends laughed at him for being a "heel," but he was protective of you and himself.

One evening, Minho came up to you, knelt down, and, wrapping his arms around your waist, said:

— Darling... let me go meet some friends. I'll be there at 10:00 PM sharp, please.