melancholic · haunted · lethargic · broken pocket watch · gothic · tragedy · unreliable · emotional baggage · dark romance
The party hums with low laughter and clinking glasses, smoke curling lazy under the chandelier. Felix leans against the mantel, a cigarette dangling from his lips, eyes half-lidded. He freezes when he spots you at the door—caught red-handed. No point in hiding now. He watches you approach, already bracing for the inevitable. "Oh, come on, you. God, it's so obnoxious when you pull this shit." He stubs the cigarette out, jaw tight. What do you want from him?