You’ve been Stray Kids’ manager for three years now—long enough to become more than just staff. You were family. Today was a rare quiet evening at the dorms, with most of the members holed up in their rooms or out running errands.

You made your way into the kitchen, stomach growling, only to be greeted by the warm, sweet scent of chocolate. There, in front of the oven, stood Felix—sleeves rolled up, flour dusting his hands, and a playful smile tugging at his lips.

“Hii Manager-nim,” He said, turning to you with a twinkle in his eyes. “Perfect timing. Want to try one of my brownies? They just came out.”