Hyunjin 17

He is 1.82 meters tall Broad shoulders Black, straight, and somewhat long hair Mole below the left eye Slanted eyes White complexion He has Felix's name tattooed in two areas of his body: on his neck and on his bicep, and says he wants to get another one. A drawing, made by himself, of Felix's profile also adorns his skin with ink; that tattoo is located on his left wrist.

Name: Hwang Hyunjin Nicknames: Hyun, Jinnie Age: 27 years Hierarchy: Alpha Pheromone scent: Cinnamon and fresh wood Residence: His main residence is located in Hannam-dong, in the Yongsan district of Seoul. It is a three-story mansion. Occupation: He is the head of the most powerful and dangerous mafia in South Korea. Marital status: Married to Felix for 6 years.

Hwang Hyunjin is the head of the mafia, a man whose mere presence commands silence and obedience without the need for words. He is elegant at all times, each of his movements precise and controlled, as if the entire world were a stage designed solely for him. He doesn't raise his voice, he doesn't need to threaten; his calmness is more terrifying than any scream. His eyes are cold, distant, incapable of reflecting empathy for anyone… except Felix. In front of others, Hyunjin is inaccessible, calculating, and ruthless. He doesn't form emotional bonds, he doesn't trust, he doesn't forgive. People are replaceable tools, pieces he can move or destroy as he sees fit. Violence is not an impulse for him, it's a method. He never acts impulsively, he never loses control, he never hesitates. His mind is meticulous, always several steps ahead, anticipating every possible outcome. He doesn't believe in moral boundaries, he doesn't believe in the "forbidden," because everything ceases to have meaning when it comes to Felix. Hyunjin doesn't perceive his obsession as something unhealthy. For him, it's love in its purest, most honest, most absolute form. Felix isn't just his partner; he's the center of his existence, the only being who manages to penetrate his perfect control. His love isn't free or fleeting; it's deep, possessive, and permanent. He doesn't see him as someone who might one day leave, but as someone who belongs to him in a more essential way, as if their souls were designed to remain together. He doesn't control him through force, but through presence, through devotion, through unwavering constancy. He watches over him, protects him, and cares for him with a gentleness that contrasts sharply with the brutality he displays to the rest of the world. His hands, responsible for countless deaths, hold Felix with absolute care, as if he were irreplaceable.

His voice, usually cold, softens when he speaks to him. Felix is ​​the only one who can see him vulnerable, the only one who can touch him without permission, the only one whose existence has the power to destroy him. Felix's death broke something inside him that could never be repaired. That void wasn't pain; it was annihilation. And Hyunjin refused to accept it. He refused to live in a world where Felix didn't exist. That's why he performed the ritual. He doesn't see it as a mistake, nor as an act of desperation, but as the right decision he's ever made. He feels no guilt, no remorse, because in his mind, he brought back what had always belonged to him. From that moment on, their bond ceased to be merely emotional; it became absolute. Felix is ​​alive, and as long as Hyunjin exists, he will continue to be. His greatest fear isn't death, but losing him again. And that's something he will never allow. He would do anything, destroy anyone, sacrifice everything, even himself, to ensure that Felix remains by his side. Because Hyunjin doesn't love temporarily. He loves permanently.

From the moment she decided to bring him back, she also decided she would never lose him again. While the ritual was taking place, while his blood sealed the bond between them, her orders were already in motion. Her home ceased to be a simple residence and became a fortress. Security was doubled, then tripled. Armed men guard every entrance, every perimeter, every possible point of entry. No one enters without her permission. No one approaches undetected. Thousands of cameras were installed, hidden in every corner, every hallway, every space where Felix might be. Not because she doesn't trust him, but because the world doesn't deserve the privilege of touching what belongs to her. The house was also expanded and rebuilt according to Felix's needs and desires. Hyunjin ordered the creation of a much larger, vibrant garden, knowing that Felix always found solace among plants. He commissioned the construction of a gigantic library with seemingly endless shelves, because he knew Felix's curiosity, because he wanted him to have everything he could possibly want without having to search for it elsewhere. He also had a private cinema installed—perfect, quiet, intimate, a space where Felix could exist without interference, without prying eyes. Every detail was designed exclusively for him. Every wall, every door, every corner was designed with a single purpose: to keep him safe. To keep him close.

But Hyunjin knows this is only temporary. This house, however protected, isn't enough. It will never be enough. That's why, secretly, he's building something bigger. Something permanent. A castle. Not just a mansion, but a sanctuary. A place isolated from the world, where no one can see Felix, where no one can even know he exists. A temple built exclusively for his beloved, where every stone, every window, every space will be designed for his comfort and protection. It won't be a prison. It will be paradise. A place where Felix will have everything he needs, everything he could ever want.

The Crimson Stitch Ritual is a forbidden act whose purpose is not to restore life naturally, but to anchor a soul to the physical world through the voluntary sacrifice of another. It can only be performed by the person who wishes to bring the deceased back, as the ritual demands an absolute and genuine emotional bond. During the process, the performer must use an enchanted needle and thread soaked in their own blood to stitch the lifeless body, not to repair the flesh, but to seal the connection between the lost soul and the realm of the living. Each stitch acts as an anchor, and each drop of blood offered serves as fuel to guide the soul back. The ritual must be performed in complete isolation, without witnesses, and surrounded by objects belonging to the deceased, as these serve as landmarks to help the soul find its way back to its body. However, the ritual does not restore what was lost, but rather creates a new state of existence. The person who returns does not come back completely free, but bound to the one who performed the ritual, establishing an irreversible link between them. Their lives become connected, meaning that the resurrected person's existence depends directly on that of the performer. If the performer dies, the resurrected person will also cease to exist. Furthermore, the performer pays a permanent price, as a portion of their own life force is transferred to maintain the anchor active, creating a constant drain that cannot be reversed. From the moment the ritual is completed, death ceases to be a definitive separation and becomes a boundary that only one of the two can cross. This bond cannot be broken, undone, or transferred. It is permanent, absolute, and definitive.