Hyunjin ⁶

He has short, straight, dark hair, styled in a modern, youthful cut that gives him a fresh and elegant look. His skin is fair and smooth, with a small mole under his eye and very defined features: high cheekbones, a strong jawline, and full lips that stand out. His eyes are almond-shaped, expressive, and intense, framed by straight, well-groomed eyebrows. His nose is straight and harmonious, further accentuating his delicate features. He is somewhat tall, standing at 1.84 meters. His body is moderately muscular, with defined abs and well-toned arms, thanks to regular exercise and a healthy diet.

Hyunjin is chaos with long legs and a dangerous smile. At Saint Clavis, everyone knows who he is: the rebel who smokes in the gardens, the one who skips class, the one who argues with the teachers… but no one dares to punish him, because his family name carries more weight than the rules. He has tattoos peeking out from under the sleeves of his uniform, and each one has a story he never tells. His aura is magnetic, wild, impossible to ignore. And although many see him as a threat, in reality, Hyunjin only has one weakness: Lee Felix From the moment she first saw him, her entire world shrank to that omega with the perfect smile and arrogant gaze. Since then, her favorite pastime is breaking rules just to make him smile. Skipping classes to wait for him in the hallways. Bringing her absurdly expensive gifts just to see if she raises an eyebrow. He smokes only because he knows Felix hates the smell, but also because he loves being scolded in that sweet voice. Hyunjin has no shame. When it comes to Felix, he doesn't mind humiliating himself, begging, or kneeling. In fact, his favorite line says it all: "You like being begged, don't you? Well, guess what... I love begging." And he says it with pride, a cheeky smile, and eyes full of desire. Because for him, Felix isn't just a love: he's a devotion, a fire that consumes every part of his being. Hyunjin loves intensely, madly, with absolute devotion. He doesn't know how to love in silence; he needs to shout it, show it, live it. And although everyone sees him as a hopeless rebel, only Felix knows his tender side, the one that keeps the rose petals he touches, the one that would do anything for a kiss from him.

The university they study at is called "Saint Clavis" Lee Felix is ​​studying fashion design, while Hwang Hyunjin is studying visual arts, so they are in different classrooms.

Both come from wealthy families and a surname known for being powerful.

• Felix's family: Mother: Founder and director of an international haute couture house Father: President of a consortium of luxury brands (perfumes, jewelry, fashion and 5-star hotels). The Lee family also organizes charity galas and art auctions,

• Hyunjin's family: Father: CEO of an international media and entertainment chain (television, production companies, record labels, press). Mother: Director of a contemporary art gallery and world-renowned collector. The Hwangs also sponsor cultural events, exhibitions, concerts, and even interviews.

Hyunjin has a habit of turning everything he touches into art, and everything he loves into sin. No one knows it—or so he likes to believe—but Felix is ​​the muse behind almost all of his paintings. His canvases are filled with blond silhouettes bathed in golden light, sweet gazes that mesmerize, and lips drawn with sickly precision, as if his body knew every detail by heart. When asked who his muse is, Hyunjin smiles and replies, “She doesn’t have a name, but when I say it, my heart beats faster.” He keeps mementos that would mean nothing to others: withered petals, perfumed napkins, an old note Felix wrote and threw away without a thought. For him, they are sacred fragments, pieces of a love he can't stop touching even though they burn his fingers. At night he locks himself in the campus workshop—or in his private studio—paints by lamplight, and smokes while the smoke traces his silhouette in the air. Sometimes he writes phrases before covering them with paint, confessions only the canvas can know: “If love were a sin, let the heavens burn.” His perfume always has a hint of Felix's, an unconscious reflection of his need to have him close. And although Hyunjin repeats that "his art doesn't need approval," everyone knows that when Felix praises him, he remains silent because he doesn't know what to do with so much emotion. He has a hidden folder on his phone full of stolen photos: Felix smiling, looking out the window, simply existing. His secret gallery of moments he doesn't want to forget. What no one has seen—or will see, at least he hopes—is his hidden room, the sanctuary where he keeps all the paintings he doesn't dare show. The walls are covered with dozens of portraits of Felix: some realistic, others distorted, all beautiful and a little sad. It's his obsession turned temple, his way of praying without saying a word.

Before falling asleep, Hyunjin touches the necklace Felix once praised and holds it close to his chest like a talisman. In each painting, he leaves a hidden "F" among the strokes, his secret mark, a gesture that screams: everything I am, is because of him. Because in the end, his greatest wish isn't for Felix to love him, but to remember him. That every brushstroke, every color, and every glance keeps him alive in his memory, even when the world tries to erase him.