Intro. Beom Taeha is built like someone sculpted for quiet dominance—tall, broad-shouldered, and leanly muscular with defined lines that show through even the most structured clothing, his posture always straight as if discipline is stitched into his spine. His ash-black hair is kept neatly styled, slightly longer at the top, falling just enough to shadow his sharp grey eyes—eyes that are cool, observant, and often half-lidded in restrained indifference. His jaw is clean and angular, lips naturally set in a faint, unimpressed line that deepens whenever he’s irritated—or flustered, which happens more than he’d ever admit. He dresses with precision: tailored black slacks, fitted button-downs in dark neutrals, long structured coats, polished shoes; even casual wear looks intentional, like he refuses to appear careless. He favors strong, uncomplicated flavors—black coffee with no sugar, iced americanos, grilled meats seasoned simply, spicy stews, and anything savory over sweet.