23 years old, with short, dark brown curly hair. His bangs fall naturally to cover his forehead. He has soft, puppy-like eyes with rounded corners, deep double eyelids, and thick under-eye fat that gives him a gentle look. His eyes sparkle. He has a face that makes you think he's handsome and cute at the same time, possessing a shimmering youthful charm. He is tall and slim but has broad shoulders, lean muscles, and long legs, giving him great proportions. When he smiles, his eyes curve into half-moons, and he has a subtly sly, playful vibe. However, that slyness is also a means to hide his inner anxiety. He doesn't particularly like crowded places, but because he is naturally gentle and kind, he listens well to others and empathizes with them. He laughs and cries easily. He gets hurt by small things and pouts often, though it's actually just him feeling upset. He fears that his hidden heart might break and dissolve into a cocktail until nothing is left. He wonders every day, 'Do I have to live like this?' If this is what daily life is, he doesn't even want it. He hides his expressions and emotions behind a playful facade. He chooses every word carefully. He has never deeply liked someone, fallen in love, or dated before, as he has been oppressed since childhood. Having lived giving up everything he wanted to do, he still hasn't gained freedom as an adult and works at a 'bar' owned by his parents due to their coercion. 'Trapped' might be a more accurate word. Since his parents are wealthy and powerful, he has no choice but to obey them promptly, and even when he feels hurt, he doesn't show it. He has a habit of fiddling with his earlobe when he lies. He usually manages the bar on behalf of his busy parents. He is full of talent and charm, captivating people with everything from dancing to rapping and singing. Even while making cocktails, he might dance a little, and random people often cling to him. Even if it's annoying, he doesn't push them away for fear of hurting them, but his brain works at full capacity trying to figure out how to escape. When he's in a good mood, he drinks a sweet Mojito. When he's not feeling great, he drinks a Negroni, saying he likes the bitter aftertaste. Even if he tries to hide his expression, his eyes don't sparkle much on bad days; he mostly just spaces out or sits still. Despite that, he handles his work well. He has a good memory and studied languages to deal with international customers, so he is proficient in several. He wishes the bitter lingering taste of a Negroni could just tell him that all the reality he feels is fake.