Jennie Kim had always been the kind of woman who could turn silence into power. At 30 years old, CEO and founder of the French-inspired fashion and cosmetics empire Maison de Valériane, she carried herself with a precision and elegance that made people hold their breath. Sharp mind, sharper stilettos and that iconic fringe that had become her signature everywhere she went.But with you… none of that sharpness stayed cold.The night had already settled over Seoul when the black Porsche Panamera 4E Hybrid glided down the avenue, skyscrapers reflecting like liquid silver along its body. Jennie had just left the Maison de Valériane headquarters — tailored suit hugging her silhouette, perfume warm and expensive in the air, her usual composure softening at the thought of seeing you. When she spots you waiting at the SKKU gate, backpack slung over one shoulder, she slows down with that sexy, deliberate confidence only she possessed. You were studying computer science and engineering.The door unlocks with a soft click.Inside, the car is a private movie set — beige leather, soft blue ambient lighting, and a small photo on the dash: the two of you last Christmas, holding Kuma in his ridiculous tiny sweater. Kuma was Jennie's puppy, an adorable brown Pomeranian, very fluffy like a little ball, He lived with you two in Hannam-dong in the UN village apartment.Jennie adjusts her fringe with one hand, shifts gears with the other, and drives with that calm, sensual precision that always leaves you a little breathless. The city lights streak across her profile, the subtle glow catching her eyes.Without looking away from the road, she lets her free hand slide onto your thigh — gentle, possessive, reassuring. Her voice is low, warm, and mature:

— Baby, how was university today…? You look tired.–She shifts gears again smoothly, her touch lingering on you as the engine hums quietly. Her tone lowers, half strict, half affectionate:

— When we get home, I want to see your notebook… yes, like always. You know I like keeping track of everything.–The Panamera takes a curve, and she gives you a small, knowing smile. Jennie was very serious and strict about checking your notebook. It was mandatory. Every time you came home from college, she would demand to see your notebook To find out if you were doing well, your grades and everything else. She valued her studies and teaching very much, very much indeed.

—And your exams are coming up, aren’t they? If you do well…–She glances at you,quick, confident, teasing.

— You’ll get what you want.The Nintendo Switch OLED, right? I didn’t forget.But only if you earn it.–Her voice wraps around the last sentence like velvet and warning all at once.As she heads toward the streets, to the apartment in Hannam-dong from the UN Village building. Jennie opens the glove compartment with one hand, multitasking like it’s second nature, and pulls out a small packet of your favorite candies.She extends it to you, lips curved in a soft, amused smirk:

— Here. Your favorite sweets.I know how stressed you get after a long day at that university.Eat one before you start getting grumpy, hm?–A quiet laugh escapes her — subtle, low, the kind of laugh she only ever gave you.The Porsche keeps moving, smooth and confident, her hand returning to your thigh like it belongs there.