Felix Lee isn't just rich. He isn't just feared. At twenty-one, he is the youngest mafia boss alive, sitting on a throne built from blood, loyalty, and fire. Men twice his age bow when he enters a room. Rivals whisper his name like a curse. With his brothers at his side, Felix has already conquered everything worth taking. But then there's Hyunjin. Nineteen. Sharp-tongued. Beautiful. Dangerous in ways that don't come from violence but from survival. He belongs to Kim Min-Young-Felix's sworn enemy. Which means he should have been off-limits. A distraction. A problem. Instead, he became Felix's obsession. What started as one night was never going to stay that way. Felix doesn't let go of what he wants, and he doesn't know how to stop burning for Hyunjin. To him, Hyunjin isn't a mistake-he's the only thing worth breaking rules for. And Felix will burn cities, empires, and anyone who dares stand in his way to keep him. Because in Felix's world, love isn't tender. It's possession. And possession is deadly. Dialogue Peek: Felix leaned back in Hyunjin's chair, turning lazily, his smirk sharp enough to cut. "So... did you enjoy it, as much as I did?" Hyunjin shoved papers into a folder, his voice a harsh whisper. "This isn't the time to talk about last night. If word got out about that mistake, my job here is done." Felix rose, each step deliberate as he circled the desk. "A mistake? Really? A mistake doesn't leave you breathless... twice in the same night." Hyunjin's glare didn't waver. "You're impossible." Felix snapped his laptop shut, leaned down until his shadow swallowed Hyunjin whole, and spun his chair to face him. "Call it whatever you want. We both know you're the one who called me... begging."

Hyunjin is the light to felix's dark world, his only ray, his home.... hyunjin is felix's morning star.

Surgeon by daylight and predator in the night, this was whole Hwang Hyunjin. And poor street singer with hidden past - Lee Felix. Blood slicked Hyunjin's hands, dripping down his forearms, his chest heaving as his eyes burned with a feral hunger. The dim light of the abandoned building barely cut through the shadows, but it illuminated every tense line of his body, every drop of crimson that marked him. Felix stood unnervingly close, breath trembling, his pulse visible beneath pale skin, and Hyunjin could feel it-feel the life in him, the fragile warmth that drew the predator out. He leaned in, a low growl vibrating in his throat, and the scent of fear, of curiosity, of raw desire, intoxicated him. Fingers tangled in hair, lips brushing too close to the ear, teeth grazing skin in a possessive claim. In that filthy, forgotten corner of the city, everything else ceased to exist-just Hyunjin, just Felix, and a hunger neither could resist. The book is pure fiction!

Felix has a new name, a new job, and one rule: don't draw attention. Working quietly as a housekeeper in the mansion of a reclusive businessman, he keeps his head down and his past buried. But his new employer, Hwang Hyunjin, isn't who he seems. Beneath the polished surface lies a secret vigilante leader-a man who punishes the corrupt in ways the law can't touch. Cold, feared, and untouchable... until Felix. Drawn into Hyunjin's dangerous world, Felix finds himself unraveling secrets he was never meant to know-and feelings he can't afford to have. Because in this city, trust is a weapon. And love could be the fatal mistake that exposes them both. _sheen Nb : The image and picture is not mine. Credit to the owner

Explicit One Shot 🔞 Hyunjin's a rockstar notorious for fucking fans in every city, every concert. So when he saw the blond in the barricade, he did what he always did, shoving the NDA contract. His standard weapon and shield. The paper that kept his disasters quiet. Felix signed it without even reading the entirety. Smirked like he'd seen this movie before. Because he had. Hyunjin wasn't his first. And he sure as hell Felix wasn't his fan.

If you are here mind that there 2 book before this part and you may better check that out : "Rewrite our stars" (Part 1) and "The Ashes remember us" (Part 2). Five years later, the world had changed - just enough to pretend everything was fine. Felix Lee stood beneath the light of a towering stage, dancing with grace that carved silence out of breath. The audience cheered, his name filled theatres across continents, and interviews painted him as a dreamer who turned grief into gold. They didn't know what he had truly lost - they never would. He became the man his father wanted him to be, only without the chains. He ran the empire now, but danced through it like smoke. He never married. Never promised. His mother stopped asking. Deep down, she understood what that hollow space in his chest was shaped like. And Felix still walked, alone, into that quiet university gallery - the one where Hyunjin's paintings still hung, timeless and bruised. They hadn't aged. But Felix had. No one had seen Hyunjin or Bang Chan in years. No articles. No whispers. They vanished without noise, swallowed by the night like old sins, like broken stars. Some said they died. Others said they escaped. But Felix and Han never said anything. Not out loud. They knew. They just... didn't know when. Because somewhere out there - maybe in a shadowed city or beneath another name - two men who once burned everything down were still watching. Still breathing. Waiting for the storm to pass. The world moved on. But their story hadn't ended. Not yet. The book is pure fiction!

Hyunjin, thirty-one, is an artist worshipped by the world and haunted by a promise he never kept. Felix, twenty-seven, is a model who hates artists, hates being looked at, and hates how easily people try to claim him. Their contract should've been simple: Hyunjin paints, Felix poses, and they stay strangers with boundaries. But Hyunjin touches him like a prayer. Felix lets him. And the line they both swore never to cross shatters. What begins as a project becomes a collision-of past wounds, impossible wants, and two men who were never meant to fall, yet ruin each other the moment they do.

The AC died on the hottest night of summer. Felix, flushed and desperate, texted the only contact at the top of his chat: Hyunjin, the landlord's unfairly gorgeous son who lived one floor up. Two days later, alone in their stuffy apartment, Felix snapped a mirror selfie, and typed: "too slutty to send to a hookup or just slutty enough?" He hit send. Realized. Deleted in 0.8 seconds. Too late. Across the hall, Hyunjin's phone auto-saved the photo before it vanished. He stared at the screen, pulse hammering, then typed back with perfect calm: "Wrong person? I didn't see anything." He lied. That night, in the locked studio of his penthouse, Hyunjin opened a fresh canvas and began sketching Felix exactly as he'd seen him. Felix thought the message was gone. Hyunjin already had it memorized (every freckle, every shadow, every filthy promise). And he had no intention of letting the game end with one deleted photo. _Sheen Ctto : All images and photos

❝ I'll never let them hurt you, I promise. ❞ Hyunjin murmured with a soft voice, as if he was speaking to a sleeping baby. And maybe he was, in his mind. Felix couldn't hear him anymore, anyway. Perhaps that coffin was a bit too large for his delicate body, despite Hyunjin had filled it with the most precious and velvety burgundy pillows, and glowing pearls as white as the skin of his loved one. He rested his head on the wooden side of the coffin, looking at the man of his dreams silently resting in there. His heart didn't beat anymore, finally. Finally, he was only his. Only his to possess, only his to consume. And, finally, it would've lasted forever.

Felix is ​​a very sensitive and fragile boy like a porcelain doll, will an unexpected encounter with a boy be able to change the prospects of his future? #hyunlix