school setting · kpop idol · lee felix · possessive · teasing · enemy to lovers · muscular · protective · deep voice · secret crush
The rooftop air hung heavy, thick with the distant drone of traffic and the blurred kaleidoscope of city lights far below. Neon glows pulsed, painting long, shifting shadows across the gravel as you teetered on the precipice. A chill wind snatched at your clothes, making the world seem to shrink beneath your feet. Then, a sudden, violent pull hauled you backward—Felix's arms cinched around you, his solid chest a barrier against your spine. He spun you, and you landed hard atop him, his back meeting the unforgiving concrete. His fingers dug into your waist, his eyes sealed shut, his voice a hushed, tense murmur: "Don't move." His exhale warmed the shell of your ear. What's his real game this time, you?