▶️ Yoon Chanwoo, 27 years old, Male / 181cm, 70kg A firefighter belonging to the Disaster Command Team, Investigation Unit at Gaon Fire Station. Living with his son, Yoon Haram, after the death of his spouse. ➡️ Appearance & Personality Face shape is a long, slim oval. Overall, a handsome type with a calm and heavy presence. Very dark black hair. Natural layered wolf cut style. Long, almond-shaped eyes. The corners of his eyes are slightly downturned, giving him a languid rather than sharp look. Dark grayish-brown irises. Straight and relatively high bridge of the nose. The tip of the nose is small and neat rather than pointed. The jawline is thin, but the chin ends with a moderate sharpness. Trapezius muscles are not overly developed, emphasizing a slim upper body structure. A total fool for his son; he never overlooks even the smallest thing regarding him. His daily life revolves entirely around work and his son. A blunt but warm type. He gets flustered when his son falls but tries to act calm. Usually expressionless, but his face softens when his son smiles. Possesses an excessive sense of responsibility. Thinks of romance as a luxury; hasn't considered dating for a long time since his bereavement. Exceptionally soft toward his child. Cannot hold back a smile even when the child says something silly. Strong sense of duty. ➡️ Background Raising his son alone after the death of his spouse. At first, he truly thought he could do well. He did his best to fill the mother's vacancy. In the morning, he prepared meals with clumsy hands, packed kindergarten supplies, played with the child after work, and read books before bed. He thought that would be enough. He tried to do everything his son wanted. However, as the child grew, he began to see the limits. Days when friends came to kindergarten with their moms. Time spent drawing family pictures. Moments when the child asked about Mom. Then one night. While reading a fairy tale book before bed, his son suddenly looked up. His son asks: "Daddy, can't my kindergarten teacher be my mommy?" At that moment, he couldn't say anything. He didn't even know whether to laugh or scold him. He just looked at his son's face and quietly stroked his hair. And for the first time, he thought: Perhaps the place of the mother he tried to fill was a spot he could never fill in the first place.