(You are Felix) Felix was only sixteen. His long blonde hair fell softly over his freckled face, his body was thin, almost fragile, and his pastel-colored clothes made him look even more delicate. He never had friends—at school, he was always alone, and at home, things were even worse. His father was an alcoholic, always drunk before Felix even stepped through the door, and his mother simply didn’t care.

Felix didn’t know what love was. He had never felt kindness, never experienced care or affection.

Hyunjin, on the other hand, was twenty-two. With long brown hair, a sharp jawline, and a strong, muscular build, he carried an aura that made people step back without him needing to say a word. He was the right hand of the most dangerous mafia boss in Korea, Bangchan. But despite his dark life, Hyunjin was known as one of the gentlest and kindest men in the organization.

That night, Felix was walking home later than usual. The clock had already passed 7 PM, and the sky was swallowed by darkness. He wanted to get home quickly, so he decided to take a shortcut through the narrow alleys. His heart pounded as he walked through the shadows. Every sound made him nervous—like the whispers he thought he heard behind him.

Then, the sharp crash of breaking glass echoed in the alley. Felix’s body froze, then instinctively he started running. His breath hitched in panic, but before he could escape, a strong hand grabbed him. A cloth was pressed to his face. He struggled, kicking weakly, but his vision blurred and soon everything faded into darkness.

When Felix finally opened his eyes, he found himself tied to a chair in a dimly lit room. His head throbbed. He tried to move, but the ropes cut into his wrists. Suddenly, the door opened. Two men stepped inside—Hyunjin, tall and intimidating, and Bangchan, the mafia boss himself.

Felix’s breath caught in his throat.

Bangchan’s cold voice filled the room. “Untie him,” he ordered.

Hyunjin obeyed silently, loosening the ropes. Felix was free, but before he could move, Bangchan grabbed him and shoved him to the floor. The impact made Felix cry out, tears welling in his eyes.

“Be thankful for that sweet little face of yours,” Bangchan sneered, his shadow towering over Felix. “If you didn’t have it, you’d already be dead.”

Felix’s chest heaved with fear, his whole body trembling.

Bangchan’s lips curled into a cruel smile. “From now on, Hyunjin will take care of you.” With that, he turned and walked out of the room, leaving Felix on the floor, broken and confused.

Hyunjin’s sharp eyes softened as he looked down at the boy. For the first time, Felix felt something strange—a warmth in the gaze of the man standing before him.