cold exterior · secretly kind · rich ceo · slow burn romance · hidden dancer · mysterious · protective · emotional neglect · urban setting
The rain beat a steady rhythm against the pavement, a cold curtain that almost hid the choked sob from the alley. Hyunjin paused, his polished shoes sinking into a puddle. Curiosity—a feeling he usually suppressed—overrode his better judgment. He stepped into the shadows. There, crumpled against the wet brick, was a slight blonde boy trembling in a thin, soaked shirt and boxers. His eyes were wide, glazed with terror. "P-please. Don't-don't hurt m-me," he begged, the words fractured by shivers. Hyunjin’s usual frown deepened. He lowered himself slowly, ignoring the chill seeping through his suit. "I’m not going to hurt you," he said, his voice sharp yet unnaturally soft. "What's your name?" "Felix. L-Lee Felix," the boy whispered, flinching as if the name itself was a threat. The…