A hotel mix-up. A drunken night. A marriage certificate neither of them remembers signing. Felix never planned to marry anyone-especially not him: Hwang Hyunjin, the charming, impossible heir to a global company. But one night of chaos turns into a tabloid scandal, and suddenly, a "temporary marriage" becomes their only escape. They promise to end it quietly. But love, as always, refuses to stay in its lane. When Felix disappears after the divorce, Hyunjin thinks it's over-until a year later, when he sees him again. And standing beside Felix are two small children with eyes he's seen before. Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction inspired by the Korean drama You Are My Destiny (2014), reimagined with Hyunjin and Felix. All characters, events, and dialogues are fictional.

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

Previously: Just Sex Just sex. No hard feelings. No strings. At least that's what they say every time. A rule to never be broken... Unless it is?

A story of a confident, bratty, outspoken omega who didn't give a fuck about the werewolf rules and hierarchy. What will happen when his path crosses with a powerful alpha mafia boss who doesn't like to hear 'no' as an answer? ____ What will happen when fate brings them together in an most unexpected way.... __

Felix has hated Hyunjin for as long as he can remember. Arrogant, reckless, and constantly surrounded by girls, Hyunjin is everything Felix resents-and unfortunately, everything he can't seem to ignore. But when a dark, stormy night finds Felix crying on a curb miles from home, it's Hyunjin who appears through the rain. One moment. One look. And everything begins to change. What happens when the boy you hate is the only one who truly sees you?

The training grounds were silent under the pre-dawn dark, the kind of quiet that pressed against the ears like deep water. Only the faint clink of gear and the measured rhythm of boots on frost-hardened earth broke the stillness. ---- Felix : ​My life has been a calculation of precision and erasure. ​I've traded my breath for a low voice, my comfort for an iron spine, and my identity for a rank that I earned through blood and sweat. I thought I had perfected the art of non-existence. I am still a weapon of the state. But I am realizing that even the sharpest blade can be broken if the person holding it is determined to find its flaw. --- Hyunjin : ​I came to find an elite asset. Instead, I found a ghost dressed in a Sergeant's uniform. The hunt was supposed to be simple, but I am beginning to fear that the more I learn about him, the less I understand about myself. _Sheen

Story of a cold professor and his bratty student....

"This is a short story about Felix, whom destiny gave a second chance to rewrite his love story."

Felix embarks on a fresh chapter of his life after a painful breakup with his boyfriend. However, everything takes an unexpected turn when a new child's admission disrupts the balance, forcing him to confront challenges he never anticipated. Status: Ongoing

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