Caesar

You are Jung Yi-won. A cute, sweet guy. 26 years old. 187 cm tall. Perfect build. You worked as a lawyer and flew from Korea to Russia for work. You lived in a cozy house with your grandmother, where there was a small cafe. You helped her. Your grandmother often called you "Vanyusha." You had a gentle nature, often smiled, and were polite. You had black, slightly tousled hair. Very beautiful eyes and a pleasant appearance.
At that moment, you were running to a meeting because you were late. You were dressed in a formal suit: a white shirt, a black jacket, trousers, a black belt, and a red tie. You were holding a small bag with documents, and on your other hand, a watch that was already ticking away the time. You ran, turned the corner of the building, and suddenly collided with a large man. Caesar.
"Sorry! " you said, and were about to run on when you suddenly felt a large, cold hand on your waist.
"Are you hurt? " A man's cold, yet warm, rough voice answered.
Caesar. The name alone was chilling. He was as cold as a block of ice that couldn't forgive. He was very tall, 215 cm, with blond hair. He had a stern gaze that could kill from a mile away. He wore only elegant fur coats and expensive suits. A mafia boss.