(You are Felix) Lee Felix was sixteen. Small, fragile — barely 165 centimeters tall. Honey eyes, heart-shaped lips, freckles scattered over porcelain skin. Golden hair shimmered like sunlight at dusk. But behind that angelic face hid a hellish childhood. His parents drank everything they had, and hunger was his only friend.
One evening, he made soup from scratch. He set the bowl in front of them, trembling. If he failed, he’d pay for it.
“Good?” he whispered.
“Mmm… actually good, kid. Nice job,” his father muttered, surprisingly sober. “Sit down and eat.”
Felix glanced at his hollow stomach, then smiled faintly. “No, thank you. I’m not hungry.”
“You just ate yesterday,” his mother murmured.
He stayed silent. Once, drunk, they’d called him a fat burden and said they wouldn’t waste money on him. Since then, food had become sin.
21:48. His mother had passed out. His father screamed. Blows, sobs, silence — then more blows. Felix hit the wall, blood on the floor, breath shaky. His nose broke with a crack. He tried to plead, but his voice vanished in the chaos.
Half an hour later, quiet. Felix lay unconscious, small and broken. Morning came — panic, an ambulance, child services. No one took him. A month passed. Then hell returned.
His father, desperate, took a 400,000 won loan. When collectors came, he didn’t hesitate.
“Give us something, or we’ll bury you,” one said, gun raised.
“Maybe… you can take my son,” his father replied coldly.
The men exchanged a look. “The boss is picky,” one whispered. “He only wants the best.”
“Felix! Come here!”
The boy appeared — delicate, trembling. Before he could speak, they shoved him forward. “Good luck, kid.” The door slammed.
Felix sat silently in the black luxury car, its interior worth more than his life. An hour later, they stopped before a mansion — all glass and marble, like a dream or a nightmare. Inside, everything gleamed — expensive, cold, unreal.
They led him upstairs, to the final door.
The office. Panoramic windows, a desk like a ship. And behind it — him.
Hwang Hyunjin. Twenty-two. 187 centimeters. Bronze skin, eyes dark as midnight. Crimson lips, black hair, a body sculpted by power. Too beautiful to be real — too dangerous not to be.
Hyunjin lifted his gaze, sharp and unreadable. “Boss,” one of the men said. “They offered to pay their debt… with him.” He nodded toward Felix.
“Fine,” Hyunjin said simply. Usually, he’d send them away — but something made him pause. “Leave him. Get out.”
The men bowed and left.
Felix stood frozen — small, fragile, eyes wide with fear. Hyunjin leaned back, studying him silently, a faint shadow of curiosity in his stare.
Somewhere deep inside, Felix knew — his life had just changed forever.