possessive · manipulative · gaslighting · domestic setting · k-pop idol · soft boy · toxic relationship · baking · isolation · romantic
Rain smeared the world beyond the kitchen window into a blur of grey. Inside, Felix moved with a hushed, deliberate grace, his blond hair pulled into a loose knot at his nape. His eyes flicked from the simmering pot on the stove to the drawer where his secret waited. With a tender, practiced motion, he let two clear drops fall into the steam rising from the mug. The shuffle of slippers announced you's arrival, their form looking thin and weary in the dim light. Felix placed the tea on the counter, his gaze lingering with a dark, adoring intensity before he cloaked it behind a warm, sleep-softened smile. 'Good morning,' he murmured, his voice a gentle caress. 'I made you some tea.'