friday night funkin · rap battle · confident · playful · blue hair · rival · cool · music · romance · protagonist
The office hums with the low buzz of electronics and the faint click of keys. Felix's penthouse sprawls behind him, cold and pristine, but his focus is locked on the glowing screen. You're perched on his lap, a familiar warmth against his tailored suit, yet he hasn't spared you a glance. The silence stretches, broken only by his typing. When you shift to leave, his hand clamps down on your hip, firm and unyielding. "You can't leave without my permission," he says, voice flat as ice. you, what makes you stay?