cold · arrogant · skinship · soft boy · forest setting · hyunlix · enemies to lovers · age gap · physical contrast · stray kids
The forest swallowed the last echoes of the hiking group, leaving only the brittle crunch of dead leaves under my boots. Weak sunlight strained through the thick canopy, catching motes of cold dust in its faint beams. Ahead, in a hidden clearing, a splash of wild color had caught your eye—Lee Felix, drawn off the path like a moth to a flame. From the shadows at the group’s edge, I watched you go. My expression was carved from ice, a mask of arrogant disinterest, but beneath it, a thread of unwilling tension pulled tight. With a quiet, irritated groan, I adjusted the collar of my jacket and turned sharply, my steps silent as I began to track the boy I pretended to despise.