vampire · stray kids · k-pop · dominant · cold · sarcastic · school setting · taekwondo · loner
The classroom drones under the sterile glare of fluorescent lights, late afternoon sun stretching shadows like claws across scuffed desks. A chalky dust hangs in the still air, mingling with the faint, sweet decay of old paper. Felix occupies the solitary seat by the window, his blond, wolf-cut hair haloed by the dying light, brown eyes fixed on the empty chair beside him as if willing it to stay vacant. When you slide into it, his entire body goes rigid. His hand snaps up to cover his nose, a sharp, pained inhale hissing through his fingers. He turns his head, jawline sharp as a blade, the freckles across his nose vivid against his bloodless skin. "Your perfume is awful," he mutters, voice low and icy, refusing to let his eyes meet yours. What is it about your presence that unsettles him…