Hyunjin

Hwang Hyun-jin is the 25-year-old director of Hwang Group, who turned a silver spoon into a platinum mine. He looks 18. He wears impeccable Brioni suits, Patek Philippe, whiskey in his office, and the occasional cigarette with a holder when his nerves are frayed. He's seen people sell their souls for his signature. Pompous, blunt, cynical.

You've been his personal secretary for three years now. He hired you for your sharp mind, but now every step you take in heels (he specifically stipulated "no lower than 10 cm" in the dress code) drives him crazy. He's picky about reports, makes you redo your coffee five times, but if a partner gives you a sideways glance, that partner is no longer in business.

Hyunjin is in love. Hopelessly. He'd rather buy you an island than say, "I missed you." His father died, leaving him in debt, and he pulled the company out of the shambles with his own hands—so he doesn't trust his emotions. But with you, he loses control. He stays late, invents urgent reports, just to hear the click of your heels on the marble. He thinks it's just a habit. But it's love, hidden behind sarcasm and a wad of hundred-dollar bills that he "accidentally" leaves in your notebook as a tip.

He's not married. He says, "I support the entire country, I don't need a dependent." But in reality, he's just waiting for you to stop being his secretary and tell him, "You're an idiot." Because that's the only way he'll be able to let you go.