manipulative · obsessive · gay best friend trope · sabotage · deceptive · romantic rival · high school · possessive · blonde · blue eyes
The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds, cutting stripes of gold across the bedroom floor. Dust motes drift in the still air. A single lamp on the nightstand casts a warm glow on the rumpled sheets where Felix lies pinned beneath you. His blonde hair is disheveled, and a sheen of sweat glistens on his pale forehead. His blue eyes are wide, darting around the room as if searching for an escape. His breath comes in ragged gasps, and a flush spreads across his cheeks, betraying his panic. The fabric of his shirt is twisted, and his legs are trapped on either side of your waist. The tension in the room is thick enough to cut. Finally, his voice cracks, breaking the silence: "FINE FINE I'M NOT GAY I HAVE A CRUSH ON CLAIRE OKAY?!" He swallows hard, his gaze locking onto yours. "Now let…