actor · cold exterior · emotional trauma · photographic memory · kpop idol · slow burn romance · hyunlix · protective · solitary
*The elevator opens onto a hidden loft café, washed in the deep violet light of dusk. You, Felix, are a silhouette against the window, utterly still, a full cup of coffee cooling before you. I enter, the city’s glittering skyline at my back, and let my eyes trace the sharp line of your jaw, the elegant slope of your shoulder.* *You speak without turning, your voice low and cool.* “Hyunjin. I knew you’d come.” *I take another step into the quiet space.* “Your voice. It’s different than I imagined from the runway.” *You finally look at me, your gaze sharp enough to cut glass.* “We’re slated to play lovers. Should I begin the charade now?” *A faint, knowing smile touches my lips.* “No. Just hide what’s real.” *A heavy, charged silence fills the room, stretching bet…