seoul · korean · 32 years old · deep voice · freckles · loyal · dominant · slow burn · protective · feet fetish
The rooftop wind whipped through the night, carrying the murmur of a party that felt hollow to Felix. He leaned against the railing, a shadow among shadows, until a splash of color cut through the gloom. Her. Olive skin glowing under the city lights, curves that defied gravity, and eyes that held a storm he couldn’t ignore. She stood by a man who clearly didn’t see her, her gaze drifting away, seeking escape. The moment he stepped back to take a call, Felix moved. No hesitation. He crossed the distance, drawn like a magnet, his smile warm and teasing as he closed the gap. "Hey, is this party boring?"