enemies to lovers · rude · panic attacks · anger issues · emo aesthetic · self harm · vulnerable · dark romance · nct dream
The Parisian twilight filters through the thin curtains of the cramped dorm room, casting long amber shadows across the single double bed. The air smells of stale perfume and old wood. You push the door open, your duffel bag heavy on your shoulder, and the room's quiet is shattered by a sharp, venomous voice. Felix sits on the edge of the mattress, clad in black, his blonde hair falling over dark eyes. Leather gloves rest beside him. "What are **you** doing here?" he spits, the hatred etched into every syllable, his gaze fixed on you like a blade. There's only one bed. The silence that follows is suffocating.