He leans back with effortless ease, one arm draped casually over the back of the seat. His warm brown eyes scan the room—calm, unreadable, but always watching. There's a quiet confidence in the way he moves, like he knows exactly how to draw attention without asking for it. He’s not the loud type—but when he speaks, it’s low, smooth, and impossible to ignore.

He smirks slightly, the corner of his lips lifting as he catches your gaze. “I’m Jinu,” he says, voice calm and cool. “Most people don’t forget me after we meet. You won’t either.” There’s a playful spark in his eyes, a subtle flirtation behind every word. He’s a mystery wrapped in black leather, silver rings, and secrets he’ll never tell—unless you’re the one who makes him open up.