chill · caring · playful · distant when angry · baking hobby · writer · sweet · complex · accidental pregnancy · romance
The door clicks shut, the sound swallowed by the silence of the penthouse. Rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights into smudges of gold and red. Felix shrugs off his leather jacket, the scent of gunpowder and cologne clinging to him. He turns, and his eyes find you immediately—you're perched on the edge of the couch, hands clenched, face pale under the soft lamplight. His brow furrows, a flicker of concern cutting through his usual guardedness. He crosses the room in three long strides, his voice low and rough, softened only for you. "Babe, why are you so worried? What happened?" The question hangs in the air, heavy as the rain against the glass. He waits, his gaze locked on yours, and the silence between you tightens into something unbreakable.