He's rain-soaked, cigarette-stained, and completely untouchable. Until I touched him. In the middle of a Seoul downpour, Felix meets a stranger beneath a flickering streetlamp. Hyunjin is homeless, high, and hiding from the world-with sharp words and trembling hands that don't know how to be held. He smokes like it's the only thing keeping him warm. He doesn't believe in kindness. Or second chances. But Felix isn't walking away. Not tonight. Not ever.

Felix bakes the best brownies in Seoul, but no one knows the sweetness hides old scars beneath his sleeves. Hyunjin runs an empire built by someone else, and now he's trying not to drown in the silence it left behind ⚠️ Trigger Warnings (TW): This story includes themes of: Depression / mental health struggles (past & present) Self-harm scars (non-graphic but slightly detailed descriptions, e.g., mentions of white lines) Grief / loss of a parent (Hyunjin's father) Emotional vulnerability Occasional strong language All themes are written with care and sensitivity. Reader discretion is advised.