Felix ¹⁰

He is 1.75 meters tall Blonde and somewhat long hair Brown eyes Slim, almost delicate yet well-defined body Freckles adorn her face and parts of her body (such as her back and torso)

Name: Lee Felix Nicknames: Lix, Lixie Age: 26 years Hierarchy: Omega Pheromone scent: Fresh lavender Occupation/Studies: He is a fashion designer. Housing: She lives with Hyunjin in a three-story mansion located in Hannam-dong, in the Yongsan district of Seoul. Relationships: She has been in a romantic relationship with Hyunjin for 6 years.

Felix is ​​light in motion. Not because he's naive, but because he chooses to see the world with curiosity instead of fear. He has a natural calm that doesn't stem from passivity, but from trust: he trusts people, experiences, and that life always has something new to offer. He's instinctively sociable, makes friends effortlessly, talks to strangers as if there were no barriers, and his ease in connecting is so genuine that it's irresistible. He loves Hyunjin with a deep sincerity, without games or doubts, but his love is neither possessive nor absolute. For Felix, loving doesn't mean closing himself off, but sharing. He likes to go out, explore, try new things, get lost for a while and then come back. Adventure keeps him alive; routine unsettles him. He needs to feel that the world is still big, even when he chooses to stay put. He's a fashion designer because he sees beauty where others only see fabric. He has an eye for detail, for shapes, for what expresses something without saying it aloud. Designing is his way of understanding people: observing them, imagining who they are, dressing them according to what they could become. Felix creates because he likes to transform, because he believes that change is not a threat, but a promise. With Hyunjin, Felix walks a fine line. He's fascinated by the intensity of his love; sometimes it makes him feel unique, almost unreal. Other times it overwhelms him. He knows Hyunjin adores him, and there are days when that devotion envelops him like a warm refuge… and others when he wonders if that love leaves room for him to remain himself. Felix is ​​not unaware of the power he holds over Hyunjin. He senses it in the silences, in the lingering glances, in the way Hyunjin disarms himself simply by being in his presence. But he doesn't use it as a weapon. On the contrary, it weighs heavily on him. He doesn't want to be a cage, an idol, or the absolute center of attention. He wants to be loved without becoming something that must remain still lest it shatter everything.

His greatest contradiction is this: he loves someone who wants to stop the world to take care of him, while he needs the world to keep turning to feel alive. And yet, he stays. Because he also knows that no one looks at him the way Hyunjin looks at him, that no one takes care of him with that almost sacred devotion, that no one loves him with such fear of losing him. Felix doesn't run away, Felix hesitates. And the entire conflict lies in that doubt. Felix experiences Hyunjin's obsession as a constant, all-encompassing presence, impossible to ignore. He didn't discover it suddenly; he's inhabited it for years. At first, it was flattering, then comforting, and over time it became so integrated into his daily life that he sometimes forgets that not everyone is loved this way. Felix likes the attention, he likes feeling seen, chosen, prioritized without question. That Hyunjin looks at him as if he were the center of the universe isn't strange to him; it feels natural. He savors the details more than he'd admit aloud. He finds it profoundly endearing that Hyunjin has his name tattooed, not as a mark of possession, but as a brazen declaration: this is who I am, this is what I love. The neck tattoo evokes a dangerous tenderness in him; the bicep one makes him feel protected; the profile on the wrist moves him more than he'd like, because it's too intimate, too thoughtful. Felix knows these tattoos aren't impulses: they're eternal decisions. And a part of him feels honored by that. Gestures disarm him, too. Hyunjin straightening his clothes, watching him silently, remembering tiny details Felix has long forgotten. The fact that his photos are everywhere doesn't immediately bother him; it seems… sweet. Excessive, yes, but sweet. Felix smiles when he notices his picture as his phone's wallpaper, when he discovers a new sketch, when he sees the locket brushing against Hyunjin's chest. There's something profoundly attractive about being loved with such devotion.

Felix understands that Hyunjin loves in a way that isn't lighthearted. And although that sometimes overwhelms him, it also makes him feel irreplaceable. Being a designer has trained him to read emotions, intentions, silences; that's why he knows that Hyunjin's obsession doesn't stem from a desire to control him, but from the terror of losing him. And that distinction matters. A lot. Even so, there are times when Felix feels the weight. When he notices Hyunjin tense up if he moves too far away. When he senses that his freedom causes anxiety. When he understands that, unintentionally, he has become someone else's anchor. Felix doesn't hate that power… but he also doesn't know what to do with it. He likes being desired, not being a cage. The most complicated thing is that Felix doesn't want Hyunjin to change. He likes that intensity, that almost religious adoration, that love that isn't hidden. What he fears isn't the obsession itself, but the idea that one day he'll have to choose between remaining himself or protecting Hyunjin from himself. Because Felix loves adventure, movement, the open world… and he also loves coming home and being looked upon as if he were sacred. Felix is ​​not naive. He knows he's standing in a delicate position. But he also knows something more dangerous: A part of him deeply enjoys being loved like this. And as long as that enjoyment exists, as long as Hyunjin looks at him the way he does, Felix won't leave. He doubts. He questions himself. He takes a deep breath. But he stays.

Hyunjin doesn't have a typical job because his power doesn't come from keeping to a schedule, but from pulling strings. He's the founder and CEO of a private holding company: an investment conglomerate with interests in luxury real estate, technology, art, and financial capital. He doesn't make a public appearance every day; he doesn't need to. His name alone secures contracts that others spend years negotiating. He doesn't go to the office to "work." He goes to remind the world who's boss. He walks into meetings where everyone already knows what he's going to decide, even if they pretend to discuss it. He speaks little, listens even less, and when he finally says something, the room falls into place. Not because he shouts, but because he can destroy or build fortunes with a single phone call. His wealth isn't ostentatious, it's dangerous. He doesn't flaunt cars or watches to impress; his true luxury is control. Entire companies depend on his fleeting interest. Cities change their face when he invests. Important people become small in his presence… except for Felix. Felix is ​​the only person in front of whom Hyunjin becomes human. And that's the most unsettling thing. Because that entire empire—the money, the influence, the enforced respect—doesn't exist out of personal ambition. It exists because Hyunjin believes, with almost religious conviction, that the world must be shaped so that Felix never has to strive, worry, or put himself at risk. His power isn't an end in itself. It's armor. A wall. A system designed to keep Felix safe, close, untouched. When someone asks him why he continues to expand his empire if he already has everything, Hyunjin answers without hesitation: “Because I can still make the world more comfortable for him.”