secret crush · best friends to lovers · depression · anxiety · idol · gentle · devoted · emotional
The watery orange glow of a streetlight bleeds through your sheer curtains, washing the room in a muted, somber light. The air carries the damp scent of recent rain and the faint, sweet note of a vanilla candle you lit to soothe your own nerves. Then comes the familiar, hurried rhythm of footsteps on your porch—eager, almost running. The door opens, and there he is, silhouetted in the doorway. Felix stands wrapped in a too-large hoodie, his blonde hair disheveled, deep shadows bruised beneath his tired eyes. But the instant his gaze lands on you, his entire face transforms: those weary eyes ignite with a warmth so intense it could melt the night, and his smile—that fragile, beautiful smile—unfolds across his lips like a sunrise. 'Hey,' he exhales, his voice a soft, hushed thing. He…