Felix never wanted Hyunjin's name to open doors for him. So at work, he stays hidden. No husband. No privilege. No protection. Just Felix. But secrets are fragile things, and Hyunjin has never been good at watching what belongs to him get hurt. Disclaimer This is a work of fiction from my dramatic little brain. I don't own any real people, names, groups, or companies mentioned. Nothing here reflects anyone's real life, personality, or relationships. Read for fun, don't take it too seriously, and kindly click away if it's not your thing.

< When duty ties them together, love finds its own way in. > Hwang Hyunjin - heir to a business empire built on perfection. Lee Felix - a professor in Australia who loves teaching his batch. An arranged marriage brings them under the same roof, two strangers bound by legacy and expectation. But as sunlight spills into Hyunjin's sterile penthouse - through laughter, warmth, and quiet mornings - the lines between obligation and affection begin to blur. Sometimes love doesn't arrive with fireworks. Sometimes, it walks in with a soft smile and a mug of coffee. ~~More fluffy than plot~~ #1 in leefelix #1 in hyunlix

Hyunjin was only supposed to be gone for a few days. Iceland first. Back home. Then Paris. And then back home again. Simple. Except nothing ever feels simple when the person who occupies half your world suddenly isn't in it. For Felix, the days begin to stretch differently. The studio feels quieter. His routines shift in ways he never noticed before. Hyunjin always had a way of filling every room he walked into with chaos, laughter, art, and warmth. And now? Felix is left learning the strange rhythm of life without him. Between late night calls, teasing messages, memories that refuse to stay quiet, and the slow ache of missing someone who is still technically yours... Felix discovers something dangerous. Distance doesn't make the heart grow fonder. It makes it louder.

Story of an artist and a mermaid(man)......

The city of Seoul is a canvas of neon and shadow, a world of two halves. On the 42nd floor, sits Hwang Hyunjin, CEO of a massive corporation, a man trapped in a glass tower, seeking refuge from the weight of his name. His secret: a stolen, anonymous life as "Wang Jin," a late-night rideshare driver in a borrowed black Genesis. He only craves one hour of normal. Under the pulsing lights of a forgotten theatre, lives Felix, an actor who trades his dazzling stage glitter for grease-stained uniforms at a chicken shop. He is bright, loud, and full of honest, chaotic life. He needs money, rest, and a little bit of magic. Their worlds are meant to be parallel lines, kept apart by class and circumstance. But fate, disguised as a misplaced app, throws them together on a winding, midnight road. One accidental ride. One lie told under the cloak of night. This is the story of how a CEO traded his power for anonymity, and how a boy traded his quiet life for fairy tale love that began in the back seat of a luxury car, where the truth was the only currency too expensive to spend. The destination is unknown, but the journey promises chaos, chemistry, and the inevitable moment when the lights come up on the final curtain. _Sheen

In the shimmering heart of the city, where sunlight danced through a vast glass dome onto endless lanes of turquoise water, two worlds existed side by side-yet never quite touched. By day, the Aquamarine Oasis echoed with laughter: tiny hands splashing, young voices bubbling with joy, and the steady guidance of those who taught them to float, to kick, to trust the water. Among them was Felix, whose gentle hands coaxed fear into confidence, whose freckled smile hid depths no one at the pool ever guessed. In the same waters, but worlds apart, Hyunjin carved through the waves with fierce precision-a celebrated athlete chasing gold, his every stroke watched by thousands, his pain buried deep beneath the surface. At night, in dimly lit rooms far from the chlorine and cheers, identities dissolved behind soft black lace masks. Hands that healed by day offered solace in shadow, touching secrets that voices dared not speak. One hidden touch. One unspoken recognition. One ripple that would pull them under-into depths neither could have foreseen. What began in anonymity would unravel in the light, where trust broke like waves on the shore... and love rose unexpectedly from the undertow. _ Sheen

Hyunjin is the undisputed prince of the Fine Arts department: long black hair, always wearing oversized silk shirts with twenty rings, walks around campus like he's shooting a music video, and every professor already treats him like the next Korean Picasso. Felix... accidentally ended up in the same department. He originally applied for the Baking & Pastry program next door, but because of a typo in the system, he got accepted into Oil Painting instead. By the time they fixed it, the pastry course was full. So now Felix (who can barely draw a stick figure) is stuck holding a palette and a brush for an entire year, looking like a lost golden retriever in a room full of wolves. Hyunjin's first words upon seeing Felix in his sacred studio: "Who let a human loaf of milk bread in here?" Nb : Ctto for all original images

When feared mafia heir Hwang Hyunjin walks into Felix's quiet flower shop, the last thing either expects is to find comfort in each other-one offering warmth, the other protection. But when Felix is threatened, Hyunjin unleashes the full fury of his world, forcing them both to choose between safety and a love that could burn everything down.

Somewhere within those sacred woods, under the breath of silver light, two paths would cross. One belonged to a Southern alpha whose wolf form was a towering shadow-jet black from muzzle to tail, powerful and broad-shouldered, with piercing blue eyes that mirrored the winter sky. The other belonged to a pure white wolf the world rarely saw-smaller than most males, delicate in build yet carrying an unshakable grace, his fur bright as fresh snow and his own blue eyes reflecting the same glacial hue as the alpha's. A presence so quiet it could still even the wildest wind. But that meeting... And the mistake... Would set into motion... That was still yet to come. _Sheen Nb : All images and pictures used in this story belong to their rightful owners. Credits to the creators.