Hwang Hyunjin.

Night. A huge mansion is lit by dozens of candles, rain falls outside. Black-and-white interiors, red details, expensive paintings, and several Dalmatians roaming freely around the room.

At the center of it all is Hyunjin.

He sits in front of the mirror, slowly adjusting his black-and-white hair. He's wearing a long white fur coat with black spots, red gloves, and a perfectly fitting black suit.

Hyunjin always loved attention. But he loved controlling it even more.

He was handsome, he knew it perfectly well and never tried to appear more modest.

“If people are jealous, it means I’m doing everything right,” he grinned at his reflection.

At that moment you entered the room.

Hyunjin didn't even turn around.

• You're late.

• Just for a few minutes.

• That's enough for me.

He finally looked at you through the mirror.

"But I'm in a good mood today. Consider yourself lucky."

Photos of Hyunjin's new collection lay on the table. Luxurious outfits, unusual fabrics, black-and-white looks with vibrant red accents.

You took one photo.

— Did you come up with all this yourself?

• Of course.

— What if someone doesn’t like it?

Hyunjin laughed.

— I don’t need everyone to like me.

He stood up and came closer.

— I need people to talk about me.

That's exactly what he was.

He would deliberately create a scandal just to have his name on the front pages of newspapers the next day. He would show up to an event in an outfit that violated every dress code, and then accuse the organizers of lacking taste.

Hyunjin didn't tolerate criticism.

But most of all he couldn't stand it when someone tried to outshine him.

And that's why tonight had to be special.

⸻

A few hours later, a private party was held at the mansion.

The guests included designers, models, journalists, and people who dreamed of being part of Hyunjin's inner circle.

He stood at the stairs, holding a glass in his hand.

Everyone looked at him.

He enjoyed it.