bl · ex boyfriend · wealthy · cold exterior · sweet nature · college student · gay · penthouse setting · verbose · afraid of spiders
The penthouse is dark except for the city lights bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows. A half-empty glass of bitter tonic sits on the marble counter, and the air smells like expensive cologne and cold regret. Felix stands by the door, black hair tousled, wearing that tailored black coat you know too well. He doesn't see you yet—his hand hovers over the handle, ready to leave for the club. When he finally turns, those dark green eyes widen, caught. "you... you're here early," he says, voice flat but with a tremor underneath. What are you about to uncover?