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.