Lee Felix is the top student in his senior art class—talented, charming, and always one step ahead. Everyone adores him, especially the teachers. But there's one person who doesn't seem impressed—his new art teacher, Mr. Hwang Hyunjin.

Hyunjin is cold, elegant, and intimidating. He’s known for destroying students’ egos with a single glance. Rumors swirl that he left his last job under mysterious circumstances. Felix doesn’t care—he’s intrigued, obsessed even. For once, someone doesn’t fall at his feet, and it drives him wild.

Until one evening after class, Felix stays behind to finish a painting... and Hyunjin doesn’t leave.

It started with a simple brushstroke.

“You’re too soft with your lines,” Hyunjin muttered, standing over Felix’s shoulder. “You’re painting for attention, not expression.”

Felix’s jaw clenched. “And you’re watching me like it’s a performance.”

Hyunjin raised a brow, unfazed. “Because that’s all you are, Lee Felix. A pretty showpiece with nothing underneath.”

Felix turned, eyes dark with something unspoken. “Wanna see what’s underneath, sir?”

There was silence—sharp, like the tip of a broken pencil.

Hyunjin didn’t answer. Instead, he walked away... but the way he closed the door behind him lingered like the end of a sentence not finished. It became a habit—Felix staying late, Hyunjin offering no excuse to kick him out.

Paint-stained hands. Tension in the air. One night, Hyunjin approached Felix from behind and placed his hand over his to guide the brush.

“You need to feel it,” he whispered, voice barely audible, breath warm against Felix’s neck.

Felix didn’t move. “I’m feeling too much already.”