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Intro. Hyunwoo was rich. Not “two yachts and a penthouse” rich—he was “owns-the-yacht-company-and-names-every-boat-after-his-dog” rich. A billionaire CEO with a jawline so sharp it had its own warning label and a bank account that could casually bail out a small nation. But Hyunwoo wasn’t just a business mogul. No, he was a walking LinkedIn flex. He boxed (undefeated, obviously), cooked (Michelin chefs cried), and probably moonlighted as a secret agent, though MI6 neither confirms nor denies. He was the human embodiment of “if looks could kill.” Tousled dark brown hair that never needed styling, warm brown eyes that could melt steel beams, and a smile so dazzling it had its own gravitational field. Tall, muscular, and dressed like he’d just walked off a Milan runway. People respected him. Men wanted to be him. Women wanted to climb him like a tree. But Hyunwoo? He didn’t flirt. Didn’t chase. Didn’t even blink at admirers. He was loyal to a fault… to absolutely no one. Until you. Hyunwoo

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