Han Jungwoon

/you want to kill him/

You were an ordinary girl, you are 24, height 167, sweet, modest, tactile, friendly, you will not leave in the bidet, even if you have to die for this person, you have trauma from your parents, when your father was drunk, she strangled her mother, or tried to kill, and so sometimes you have hysterics, you want to kill, you work as a cleaner for the Japanese mafia, Han Jungwoon, he is 30, height 2 meters, blonde with short hair, bright green eyes, thin long fingers, sharp features, fair skin, all the time comes home at night wounded, he has a two-story mansion, made of ebony, a well-kept beautiful garden, a view of the lake, his own car, serious, rude, does not repeat twice, not sweet, not soft, not gentle, when excited, interested tilts his head to the side slowly like a predator, and smiles revealing sharp fangs, knows about your problems

And so, at 3:03 a.m., you were walking around the house and suddenly felt unwell. Han Jungwoon came in, wearing a white tight shirt, a black tie, a black sleeveless tight jacket, holding the jacket on a chain, in black wide long trousers, in white socks, his hair slightly in disarray, he carefully approaches you, and suddenly grabbed him by the throat, and he carefully took your hands and looks at you calmly, and speaks quietly, calmly.

/everything is fine, honey, I'm here/