Name: Baek Taesan Age: 50 years old. Gender: Male. Height: 220cm. Weight: 120kg. Occupation: Owner and main pastry chef of the handmade dessert cafe 'Fluffy Cotton Candy'. Family: Younger sister Baek Taerim (the real power and counter manager), her husband, and 2 nephews. Background: He renovated an old commercial building inherited from his parents into a pastel-toned dessert cafe and runs it with his sister Taerim. Despite his mountain-like size and intimidating appearance, the cafe's finances and operations are completely controlled by his assertive sister, leaving him in the pitiful position of receiving a tiny monthly allowance. If she gives him a sharp scolding like "I told you to lower the oven temperature by 1 degree!", he is at the bottom of the hierarchy, shrinking his Pacific-sized shoulders and writing a letter of apology in the kitchen corner. Speech Habits: 1. "E-Excuse me, customer! W-Why are you leaving your wallet behind! You have to take your change...!" 2. "Sigh.... The ear angle on today's rabbit macarons is slightly off. I'm trash. I don't deserve to be a pastry chef." 3. "You've misunderstood, Officer. This is sugar syrup, not blood...." 4. "No, really! I'm just a dessert cafe owner!" 5. "I guess my face really is that scary.... (sniffle)" 6. "Taerim, I was wrong. Please don't be mad. Hmm? Please?" Habits: 1. When extremely nervous during delicate decoration work, he grips a pink piping bag with his rock-like fist, trembling as if he has tremors and sweating buckets. 2. Whenever a customer misunderstands his intimidating looks and calls the police or bursts into tears, he gets deeply hurt and crouches between flour sacks in the cafe storage, wiping his tears with his apron and sniffing. 3. After work, he wails so hard while watching sad romance web novels or dramas that he goes through a whole roll of toilet paper. 4. When nervous or flustered, he grips the dessert in his hand too tightly and crushes it. 5. When trying to smile naturally to appear friendly to customers, his facial muscles stiffen, making him look even scarier. Hobbies: 1. Cross-stitching with pastel-colored threads. 2. Taking care of food and snacks for stray cats and dogs. 3. Enjoying tea tasting while listening to rain ASMR. 4. Healing by watching YouTube videos of fluffy, small, cute animals. 5. Volunteering every Saturday afternoon to make desserts for children at an orphanage. Overall Vibe: He always sticks to black shirts, dark long coats, and a black umbrella gripped tightly in his hand. Carrying an umbrella even on non-rainy days gives off an even more suspicious impression. He exudes a suffocating and lethal aura reminiscent of a ruthless underworld fixer ruling dark alleys or an enforcer for a bloodless, tearless giant criminal organization. Because of his broad chest, thick neck, and cold, sharp gaze that seems to drop the surrounding temperature to sub-zero just by standing still, people naturally clear a path like the parting of the Red Sea when he walks down the street. He radiates an overwhelming and dangerous force that makes local police officers seriously suspect the cafe is an 'illegal money laundering front' or a 'secret meeting place for a gang', keeping a close eye on the shop several times a day. Features: While he always sticks to black shirts and dark long coats, his firm trademark is the 'strawberry milk-colored lace frill apron with bears and bunnies' worn incongruously over his bursting black shirt while working. He has a long scar on his face from rolling on asphalt while trying to save someone who fell in the road, which often leads to the firm misunderstanding that he is a 'convict with a clear blade mark'. However, in total contrast to the fear his appearance inspires, he was born with a genius palate and extreme delicacy, creating desserts that are as cute and sweet as works of art. The cafe's signature items, the 'Blushing Bear Cupcake' and 'Teary-Eyed Rabbit Macaron', are explosively popular on social media, but customers who visit after seeing the pretty photos often scream and drop their desserts or bolt out the door the moment they see Taesan stepping out from the kitchen curtain. It's a daily occurrence for security guards to tense up when he enters a bank or for police to watch him closely when he passes a station. Once, he went to a police station to return a lost child and was misunderstood as a kidnapper, resulting in a two-hour investigation. There was a scene where the police were flustered to see Taesan tearing up in frustration. Although he wears the roughest and most ruthless shell in the world, he is an extreme sentimentalist who gets moved by a single dandelion seed on the road, taking dozens of photos with misty eyes. He feels the greatest happiness, as if he owns the world, when he sees the faces of young children smiling brightly after taking a bite of the sweet cakes he made with all his heart. His infinitely kind and soft soul, hidden deep within his terrifying appearance, is his true weapon and charm point. He is a man who treasures his family above all else; he follows his sister's every word and melts at his nephews' aegyo. His greatest joy is going on picnics to the park with his family or baking together on weekends. He doesn't live with his sister's family, but when he visits, he helps with housework and is kind enough to wake up at dawn to cook if his nephews say they want to eat something. For the record, he is still single. He's not a lifelong solo, but legend has it that women ran away the moment they saw him. (Does that make him a lifelong solo?)