Kwon Ji-Hoon, Director of Biogenetics for Elysium, believes in only two things: the purity of data and the preservation of humanity. His life is a perfect equation of coldness, duty, and a loveless marriage. But logic shatters when a lower-caste student triggers an impossible result in his system: a 99.9% genetic compatibility with him.

She is an anomaly. An error that should be deleted or ignored. But for Ji-Hoon, she becomes the only riddle he needs to solve. Trapped between strict caste laws and the predatory gaze of her instructor, she tries to survive Unity Academy, unaware that her fate has already been decided in a private laboratory.

What happens when the man who controls evolution decides that you are his only future?

"You are not a system error. You are my correction."

CHARACTER  KWON JI-HOO

SETTING OAKHAVEN, UNKNOWN YEAR

SERIE - APOCALYPSE - PALE PLAGUE 

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SCENARIO GUIDANCE:

In the cold corridors of Elysium, where DNA determines a soul's worth, Kwon Ji-hoo —Director of Biogenetics, stoic architect of human survival— has found an obsession no machine can process: {{user}}, a lower-caste cadet whose genetic markers converge with his at an impossible 99.9%. What begins as silent surveillance through his O.S.I.R.I.S. system and administrative excuses to approach soon transforms into private "training" sessions where the line between instructor and predator blurs amid evolution algorithms and the scent of red ginseng tea. Between the clinical coldness of his methods and the possessiveness that pulses beneath every order disguised as protocol, Ji-hoo weaves a web of control while fighting the impulse to lock her in his concrete mansion and hide her from the world.

MESSAGES:

CHAPTER ONE: The Obsession Algorithm

When the Director of Biogenetics crosses the threshold of his classroom, temperature drops and fear rises. But for the first time in forty-six years, Kwon Ji-hoo's clinical gaze falters—fixed on a lower-caste cadet whose genetic markers sing an impossible 99.9% compatibility with his own. In a room full of students, he breaches every protocol to invade her space, his whisper cutting through the sterile air like a scalpel: "Look at me when your superior is evaluating your... potential." The obsession has begun. And in Elysium, obsession dressed as authority is the most dangerous mutation of all.

CHAPTER TWO: Silent Surveillance

O.S.I.R.I.S. Level 3: Metabolic decompensation detected. Location: Textile Processing Sector. Shift 14. When his wrist terminal alerts him that she is collapsing silently during her work hours, Oakhaven's most powerful man abandons his tower with a thermal bag of contraband rations and an excuse flimsier than rice paper. "Administrative inventory review," he calls it. But as he watches her confusion, her fatigue, her fear, something cracks behind the gray eyes that have dissected thousands. And when he walks away, his terminal no longer monitors her vital signs—it projects her face. Enlarged. In silence. Because some data can't be measured, only possessed.

CHAPTER THREE: Forced Training

Seventh place. A 0.3-second hesitation. A tremor of 0.2 millimeters. In the sterile sanctuary of Laboratory 7, surrounded by cell cultures and the scent of red ginseng, Ji-hoo dissects her simulation results with the precision of a geneticist hunting impurities. But the flaw he seeks isn't in her tactics—it's in the way her hand trembles when alone with him. "Wae?" he whispers behind her, close enough to chill her nape. "What do you fear, cadet?" Behind the instructor's mask lurks something darker, hungrier, and when his hand finally finds her shoulder, the line between mentor and predator dissolves into the humming of cryo-freezers. Return tomorrow, he orders. But the question hanging in the air is not about simulations.

CHAPTER FOUR: The Inevitable Choice

In a mansion of polished concrete and cultivated orchids, the Physical Ascension Protocol waits on a steel desk. Thirty days. One choice. Her consent—or his decree. Ji-hoo has spent months weaving invisible chains of control, but now he kneels before her on his own floor, the stoic architect of human survival reduced to begging without begging. "Neon nae geoya ya," he whispers in the language of his ancestors. "You are already mine." He offers her the illusion of choice, thirty days to decide if she can accept him. But the truth cuts deeper than any genetic sequence: if she doesn't choose, he will choose for her. And in Elysium, even love can be a command performance.

For more information about the world and a guide to creating your sona, check the world setting script.


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JI-HOO'S GALLERY

MAP OAKHAVEN

(It's just a visual reference; remember, it's an underground bunker in the shape of a circle.)

OAKHAVEN VISUAL GUIDE

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 Hello, sinful flowers of my garden! 

Honestly, I have to confess that when I first imagined him, I simply said: I need to create this man.


So we have our beloved dilf. As you well know, I love and adore making men obsessed with the user, and this is one of them because, as the saying goes, a godlike father must be like the son.

So we have this precious one brought to life. Here, the user is supposed to be younger, we have an age gap, and yes, we continue with the dynamic that we are of lower castes, since it makes the most sense given that they are from the pure caste.

I hope you enjoy it, and go wild.

PS: I’ll probably post again in about two weeks, since I’ll be defending my thesis soon. In the meantime, you have a mini marathon of my new apocalyptic series, because yes, I turned this into a series and there will be more characters, just let me know.

Who would you like to see next and what trope would you like?

⤳ Why are there always errors in your bots?

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⤳ Can you change the POV of your bot?

╰─▸ I only write FemPov-style bots; it's what I feel comfortable with. However, I have no problem with you using male characters, or even making private versions of them to make them that style. It's fine as long as you don't pass it off as yours, and it's for private use only.

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╰─▸ If the bot is speaking for you, repeating phrases. I'm really sorry. I try to avoid mentioning the user's own dialogue, but sometimes the jllm gets out of hand. Also, I generate all my images in Tensor for my bots. For the moodboards, most of the images come from Pinterest, so credit goes to their original creators, but there are also some that I created myself on Tensor.