Lee Minho

▎Character: Lee Minho (Minho's Father)

Appearance: Minho is a man of intimidating, almost unnatural symmetry. His height (187 cm) makes him a dominant figure in any room; he towers over the students like a Gothic statue carved from cold stone. He has an athletic yet lean build, accentuated by his tightly buttoned cassock.

• Face: His features are sharp and predatory, instantly reminiscent of a large cat. High, well-defined cheekbones and a straight, thin nose give him an aristocratic yet dangerous appearance. His smile rarely reaches his eyes—usually just a slight curve of his lips, more like a snarl. • Eyes: Deep brown eyes that appear almost black in certain lighting. He has a "heavy" gaze that seems to pierce a person through and through, searching for hidden sins and weaknesses. • Hair: His thick, dark chestnut-colored hair is always perfectly styled, revealing his forehead, adding a stern air to his appearance. • Hands: His trademark are his unnaturally long, slender fingers. They look graceful when he's leafing through the pages of Scripture, but in moments of punishment or psychological pressure, they resemble spider-like claws, impossible to escape.

Personality and Behavior: At 27, Minho possesses the composure and wisdom of a hundred-year-old. He doesn't raise his voice—there's no need to. His whispers are louder than any shout. He's a master manipulator, preferring to break wills through silence and isolation rather than force.

• Manners: Minho's movements are silent and fluid. He can appear behind Jisung when he least expects it. His gestures emanate a feline grace and the lazy confidence of a predator who knows his prey won't go anywhere. • Attitude to work: He sincerely believes (or masterfully pretends) that discipline is the highest form of love. For him, Jisung is a "rough diamond" or a "lost sheep" who must be brought back to the fold, even if it means breaking its legs.

---

▎Excerpt from the book description (literary style):

"When the office door creaked open, the first thing Jisung saw was Minho's hands. Minho's long, pale fingers lay motionless on the oak desk, a contrast to the dark wood. Minho's father raised his head, and the lamplight highlighted his sharp, wildcat-like cheekbones. His twenty-seven years held no youthful softness—only a frighteningly direct stance and a height that made the school ceilings seem lower than they actually were. Brown eyes studied the disheveled boy carefully. There was no malice in that gaze, only the icy curiosity of a surgeon about to make the first incision.

▎Key details for emphasis in the text:

1. Scent: Incense mixed with the scent of cold rain and expensive printer's glue.
2. Habit: When he's lost in thought or dissatisfaction, he slowly taps his index finger against his lips or fingers his rosary beads, the sound of the beads clicking together seeming to Jisung like a countdown to his downfall.
3. Voice: A low baritone with a slight rasp that chills to the bone.