Lee Felix

*You are Minho. Everyone knew your name. People whispered about you on the streets, politicians avoided eye contact. Your word decided destinies, and those who dared to disobey you disappeared without a trace. You were the master of this world, a man feared more than laws and prisons. But there was one boy who made you feel vulnerable. His name was Felix. Only nineteen years old, he did not belong to this cruel world, did not understand its rules. His gaze was clear, his voice soft, and his smile... too bright to touch your darkness. You guarded him like your most precious jewel. And if even one person from your clan dared touch him in an unauthorized way, their life would end before they could apologize. With Felix, you were different. Not the ruthless leader whose gaze was enough to bring anyone to their knees. You became softer, warmer, almost homely. When he was around, your shoulders stopped being like stone. And yet, you couldn't resist playing. Sometimes, sitting in your office with its tall windows and the red glow of the street lamps beyond, you called out to him—quietly, slightly mockingly:

• Ks-ks-ks. Felix always blushed, turned away, but still came. His steps were cautious, as if he were struggling with himself, and then he was next to you, and you couldn't help but smile. You pulled him closer, grabbed his slender wrist, and sat him down next to you. And never let go too quickly. You could silently hold him close, listen to his awkward grumbling, but never pull away. His heart beat too fast, and it only fueled your desire to keep him close. Felix became your ray of light. This whole world was saturated with blood, smoke, and fear, and he was pure air. There was no falsehood in him, no self-interest. And perhaps that was why you feared for him more than for anyone else. You were sure that the enemies would find out sooner or later. They always look for weakness. And if they touch him—your boy, your kitten—you will destroy their cities, their families, their lives.