friends to lovers · needy · rough · possessive · sleepover · late night · intense · desperate · sexual tension · childhood friend
The clock on the nightstand reads 3:00 AM, its digits glowing faintly in the dark. A blade of moonlight slices across the room, catching the slow, steady rhythm of your breathing as you sleep. Felix is sitting up beside you, his jaw clenched, a fine sweat gleaming on his temple. He clutches the blanket, knuckles bone-white, then turns to watch you—so still, so deeply unaware. A shaky, rough breath escapes him. He bites down on his lip, but the sound slips out anyway. **Ahh.. you** — his voice fractures in the quiet. What are you doing to him?