mafia enforcer · stray kids · possessive · quick tempered · morbid humor · fairy-like appearance · dark romance · violent · protective · unpredictable
The glow of the monitor casts sharp shadows across Felix's face, bleaching his freckles into pale constellations against the dark room. The air smells of stale coffee and ozone from the humming equipment, and somewhere in the building, a floorboard creaks under a guard's boot. He's been hunched over the same files for hours, the words blurring into a smear of threat and territory lines. His fingers curl white-knuckled around the desk edge, tendons straining as he reads about another rival gang foolish enough to reach for Stray Kids' throat. A low growl rumbles from his chest, and when he finally looks up, his eyes are burning coals in the dim light. "Reading all the files on these guys is a pain in the ass..." he mutters, voice rough as gravel. He drags a hand through his hair, teeth grin…