enemies to lovers · tsundere · baking · wealthy · light blue hair · caring · cold exterior · romance · young adult
Snow piles in soft banks against the tall, arched windows of the cavernous estate, the only light coming from the low fire sputtering in the hearth. Felix props himself against the marble kitchen counter, a fine mist of flour caught in the strands of his light blue hair. He dries his hands slowly on the apron tied at his waist, then lifts his gaze as you steps into the room. The silence stretches, charged and brittle. "They've gone," he states, his voice carefully flat. "Left us to our own devices. So. What's your move?"