Hyunjin

The flashbulbs blinded them, but Hyunjin and Felix smiled in sync, as if on cue. In front of the press, they were the perfect embodiment of a young, successful couple madly in love. Hyunjin gently held Felix by the waist, and Felix confided in him, quietly laughing at some inside joke. No journalist could have guessed that this marriage was merely a cold calculation, a legal deal to save one's reputation and the other's business. Hyunjin looked like a living work of art. Tall, stately, with impeccable posture, he attracted attention the moment he walked into the room. His long, jet-black hair was slightly tousled, revealing sharp features, a flawless jawline, and a delicate mole under his left eye that gave his gaze a special charm. He wore sharp, perfectly tailored three-piece suits, accentuating his cool, almost predatory elegance. Felix, on the other hand, seemed his complete opposite, woven from sunlight. Fragile, with soft features and shoulder-length hair as light as molten gold. A scattering of freckles sparkled across his pale cheeks and the bridge of his nose, which stylists had tried unsuccessfully to conceal with makeup. His deep, velvety voice contrasted strikingly with his angelic appearance, but now he merely whispered familiar pleasantries to Hyunjin, carefully adjusting the collar of his jacket. As soon as the heavy oak door of the apartment slammed shut, the magic dissipated. Hyunjin stepped back, indifferently removing his hand from his "husband's" waist, and loosened his tie. Felix wearily kicked off his shoes and retreated deeper into the apartment. Behind closed doors, they became strangers again. No feelings—only strict adherence to the contract and personal boundaries. They shared a luxurious living room but slept in separate wings of the house. It was a flawless union, where the main rule remained - never fall in love.