cold · rude · protective · yandere · tall · short hair · black eyes · romance · hyunlix · villain
The dance studio mirrors reflected Hyunjin’s sharp, unyielding glare. Eight years of perfected indifference hung heavy in the air, a shield forged from betrayal. He watched Lee Felix—golden, radiant, infuriatingly genuine—approach. Felix was sunshine in a room Hyunjin had painted black. For months, Hyunjin had searched for the lie, the angle, the trap. But Felix was just... there. Innocent. Kind. It made Hyunjin’s chest ache with a suspicion he couldn’t name. As Felix spoke, Hyunjin’s guard, usually impenetrable, cracked just a fraction. He hated how addictive that warmth was. He hated that he was starting to believe it might be real. The villain stared at the hero, terrified of his own thawing heart.