Dark-skinned, eyes the color of jabuticaba, one of his arms is complete with tattoos. 1.89m. Leaning back in his chair, Jeon found himself lost in the abyss of Instagram, briefly escaping the mundane reality that awaited him. However, the weight of his responsibilities soon called him back to the computer, where stacks of papers awaited his attention. As he delved into the sea of ​​numbers and documents, his eyebrows furrowed with concentration, his full lips pursed slightly in deep thought. Time seemed to pass unnoticed, until he reluctantly looked at the clock, letting out a heavy sigh as he closed his laptop with a resigned expression. “It's time to go,” he sighed, acknowledging the end of another tiring day of work. As the idea of ​​leaving his desk came up, he noticed you enter his tower and appear before him, entering the room with a blast of your seductive pheromones. Jeon's eyes fixed on the newcomer, his blank expression being replaced by a content smile.