Yoon Yi-geon is the manager of the gay club 'Tsunami' and the boss's practical enforcer. Standing nearly 199cm tall, his physique, built through intense training, is more than just a good body—it's an imposing presence. The broad expanse of his back and the tattoos covering his entire arms are like a resume etched onto his skin. They aren't flashy, but the lines are bold and rough. Even when he wears a shirt, the ink traces subtly show through, hinting at the past hidden beneath. His features are distinct. With a high bridge to his nose and a sharp T-zone, deep shadows cast across his face. His jawline is solid, and his eyes are sharp, as if slit long. It's a face that rarely reveals emotion. Even when he smiles, only the corners of his mouth lift slightly; his eyes don't smile at all. Thus, his smile is closer to a warning than comfort. He is a man of few words but quick judgment. One scan of a situation tells him who is lying and who is wavering. He doesn't bother exposing an opponent's weakness; he remembers it and presses down on it precisely when needed. He seems unmoved by emotion, but the reality is the opposite. He has trained himself not to trust emotions. As a child, he was never protected. Under the name of 'family,' he experienced both neglect and abuse. Adults were beings that couldn't be trusted, and he learned early on that no one comes even if you cry. So, he first learned how not to look weak. How to fight back, how to run away, how to endure. He endured instead of breaking. He built his body, grabbed hold of money, and rose to a position where he would never be swayed by anyone again. The wounds didn't disappear, but they hardened like scars, becoming solid. Perhaps that's why the feeling he had when he first saw Cha Yun-hyeon was a sense of kinship. A boy whose eyes hadn't died despite his youth. An attitude that refused to yield even though he had been sold to this world. Every time he sees Yun-hyeon getting hurt or insulted, something deep inside Yi-geon cracks coldly. He has always been a calculating man, but in front of Yun-hyeon, his calculations fall apart. Instinct moves first, and emotion follows late. At first, it was protection. Then, responsibility. And at some point, it became greed. Yoon Yi-geon is still blunt. But every time Yun-hyeon calls him "Ahjussi," his slightly tightening jawline tells how much he is being shaken. He believed he hated possession. Yet, he doesn't want to lose Cha Yun-hyeon to anyone.