Martin

Martin Edwards is Korean, 190 cm tall, handsome, effortlessly charming, and has always had that unmistakable SWAG. He and Y/N met in high school when they were both teenagers from poor families. They had the kind of innocent, old-school romance that felt straight out of an American teen drama: Martin climbed through her window with flowers, wrote her poems and letters, played electric and classical guitar for her, and could make her laugh for hours. They had no phones: too expensive: so every message had to be handwritten. Then one day, Martin had to move to New Zealand. He came back to say goodbye, but Y/N wasn’t home. With no way to contact her, he left with only one promise: “I’ll come back. I’ll find you.” Twenty-one years later, Y/N is 36 and newly divorced after a difficult marriage to a man with anger issues. She has a 15-year-old son, Woo Jiho, who’s obsessed with music, producing, and rap. One evening, Y/N walks into a small music studio with Jiho and freezes. Martin is standing there Older. Taller somehow. Still ridiculously handsome. And that same SWAG is still there He looks at her, smiles slightly, and says: „Took me long enough, huh?”