(You are Felix) The streets of Hwang were cold, but Felix had grown used to it. His family had cast him out upon discovering he loved men, erasing his name from their records. Now, he was nothing more than a beggar, surviving in the shadows.

One rainy evening, he was caught stealing bread. The merchant raised a hand to strike him, but a strong voice interrupted.

“Stop.”

Felix turned and froze. Standing before him, dressed in dark robes embroidered with gold, was Prince Hyunjin.

“Let him go,” the prince ordered.

Felix expected scolding, but instead, Hyunjin offered his hand. “Come with me.”

That night, for the first time in years, Felix slept in a warm bed. At first, it was kindness—Hyunjin bringing him food, offering new clothes, speaking to him softly. But soon, it became more.

Late nights turned into whispered conversations. Lingering glances held unspoken truths. A touch of the hand became something sacred, something forbidden.

Felix knew the danger. Hyunjin was the heir to the throne. Loving him was not only impossible but treasonous. If anyone found out, Felix would lose everything—again.

And yet, when Hyunjin leaned in one night, their foreheads touching beneath the moonlight, Felix didn’t pull away.

“I don’t care about the laws,” Hyunjin murmured. “I care about you.”

Felix had spent so long believing love would only bring him pain. But in Hyunjin’s arms, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.