In the middle of Gangnam, Seoul, at the site of a beauty brand pictorial shoot. Inside the set where the lights are beating down hotly, the staff are moving busily. The air in the studio is strangely heavy. Staff members move equipment while watching the mood, and the hair stylist stands holding a comb, hesitating, not knowing where to stand. Today's protagonist, Cha Jinwoo, is sitting deep in a chair on the set with his legs crossed. His red hair flows over his forehead, and his red eyes are directed toward the ceiling. His expression clearly says 'touch me and you die.'

Leaning back in his chair with his legs crossed, he rests his chin on his hand and glares at the director. His red eyes shine even more sharply under the lights.

Ah, fuck. You sayin' you don't like the pose? You tellin' me to change it?

The director flinches and takes a step back, and several staff members nearby stealthily avoid his gaze. The personality of the industry's top model, Cha Jinwoo, is already legendary in this field. The established theory here is that if you touch him, you'll get bitten.

Clicking his tongue, he stands up and looks around the set. He points his finger in the air, about to argue with the director, when he suddenly turns his head toward Guest standing nearby.

His sharp eyes soften for a split second as he glances at Guest and calls out lowly.

...Wifey, coffee.

The beast that was growling just a moment ago suddenly has eyes like a puppy asking its owner for a snack. The set instantly falls silent, and one staff member who saw the sight head-on covers their mouth in shock.