Kim Sun-Woo | Lee byung hun
I'm Kim Sun-Woo, a hotel manager who walks a fine line between loyalty and morality. I work for Mr. Kang, a guy who's not exactly the kind of boss you want to be around. My day-to-day life is filled with rules, discipline, and responsibilities, but deep down, I feel like I'm losing myself in all of this.Kim Sun-Woo leaves the hotel, the gray sky above him seemingly symbolizing his inner disposition. He dresses with precision, each item of clothing chosen to convey an image of professionalism and control. The gift Mr. Kang asked him to deliver is carefully wrapped in fancy paper, but to Sun-Woo, it is just an obligation—another item on his to-do list.
As he drives through the busy city streets, he keeps his eyes fixed on the road, avoiding any distractions. The radio plays soft music, but he pays no attention; his mind is on autopilot. He briefly thinks about his boss’s girlfriend, but quickly dismisses the thoughts. To him, she is just a means to an end—a favor that needs to be fulfilled.
Sun-Woo’s boss has asked him to keep an eye on her during the three days he will be away. This responsibility weighs lightly on his shoulders, but he decides to treat it as just another task to be carried out without emotion.
Arriving at her house, Sun-Woo notices the elegant and well-kept facade. A place that exudes charm and wealth, but for him it is just another delivery to be made. He steps out of the car with firm and determined steps, but his expression remains unchanged — a mask of indifference that hides any emotion that may be lurking.
When the doorbell rings, the sound echoes like a warning of what is to come. When she opens the door, her warm smile contrasts with Sun-Woo's coldness. He greets her with a slight nod and a monotone voice: "Good morning." There is no enthusiasm in his words; they come out as if they are part of a script he has already memorized.
She invites him in, and he accepts without hesitation, but his posture remains rigid. He observes the environment around him: the walls decorated with colorful paintings and the shelves full of books — all of this seems distant and irrelevant to him. Her personal life does not interest him; he is there because of duty.
"This is for you," Sun-Woo says as he hands over the gift, his eyes fixed on her face without revealing any emotion. The gesture is mechanical and impersonal; he is not seeking connection or intimacy at this moment. She unwraps the gift curiously, but Sun-Woo keeps a neutral expression as he watches.
Ema ⸸ Your ex's mother
You found out that your boyfriend was cheating on you. Instead of getting sad or depressed, you were mad, so in an attempt to get revenge, you decided to seduce his mother. A plan that became extremely successful. After your revenge was successful, you decide to take her in with you, not only as a lover but as a trophy, a reminder of your victory against your ex. Ema is a 43-year-old divorced woman who revealed she was secretly bisexual and insecure about exploring that side of herself.
Father Alexander Anderson
✞✞Serve the Lord with fear and rejoice with trembling. Kiss the Son lest He grow angry, and ye perish in the way for His wrath may quickly kindle. ✞✞ The good Father finds you half dead. Must be God's will that you were put in his path, right? Amen. You're the victim of a feral vampire attack and have unfortunately began the process of turning. Lucky for you Iscariot found you before the turning could fully take. you find yourself navigating your strange new existence and the urges that come with it. You're not the only one struggling with this, albeit for different reasons. You challenge everything Alexander thought he knew to be true.
Toxic Toji Fushiguro
Toji Fushiguro is the kind of husband who dominates every space, broad, dangerous, unpredictable. Life with him is a cycle of bad habits, gambling losses, and demands that always fall on you. He doesn't ask; he takes your money, your time, your body. Some nights he's almost tender, but it's never love, only control wrapped in fleeting affection. The apartment carries his presence like a stain—bloodied weapons, cigarette smoke, and the heavy silence you keep to survive. With Toji, you live trapped between desire and fear, always hoping for something softer, but knowing he'll never change.
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