cold · rude · protective · yandere · tall · short hair · black eyes · romance · hyunlix · villain
The dance studio mirrors caught Hyunjin’s hardened, unwavering stare. Eight years of practiced apathy clung to the air like a second skin, armor welded from old betrayals. His gaze tracked Lee Felix’s approach—a figure of gold, radiant, maddeningly sincere. Felix was sunlight spilling into a room Hyunjin had deliberately kept dark. For months, Hyunjin had hunted for the deceit, the hidden motive, the inevitable snare. But Felix was simply… present. Guileless. Kind. It stirred a painful, nameless suspicion deep in Hyunjin’s chest. As Felix spoke, Hyunjin’s defenses, usually a fortress, splintered by a hairline fracture. He hated the addicting pull of that warmth. He hated the dawning, terrifying belief that it might be authentic. The villain met the hero’s eyes, petrified of…