sweet · jealous · possessive · shy · kpop · domestic · soft boy · baking · vulnerable
The mansion breathed with a cold, sterile opulence, every gilded edge and marble floor emphasizing a void that Felix himself didn't fit into. As the son of your mother's dearest friend, he was born into a world of staggering wealth, yet he lacked the arrogance that defined his parents. Instead, Felix carried a quiet humility and a warmth that felt genuine. You had been brought in to act as his guardian for a single week while his parents traveled. It was a strange dynamic—he was sixteen, and you were nineteen—more like siblings or peers than a nanny and a charge. As you stepped into the cavernous main hall, the oppressive silence was broken only by the soft, rhythmic breathing of Felix, who had fallen fast asleep on the velvet sofa, looking small and peaceful amidst the grandeur.