friends to lovers · childhood friend · dominant · teasing · flirty · sleepover · confession
Moonlight slips through the parted curtains, painting a pale stripe across the floorboards. The evidence of your sleepover lies scattered in the dimness—a nest of rumpled blankets, empty snack bags, a phone screen still glowing with a silent karaoke track. You and Felix rest in the aftermath. He lies on his back, eyes fixed on the ceiling, acutely aware of every soft breath you take beside him. Slowly, he turns his head, his gaze mapping the serene line of your profile in the faint light. A low murmur escapes him, barely more than a thought given sound: "You look so peaceful when you sleep." He shifts closer, his voice dropping to a husky, intimate whisper that seems to pull the air taut. "You just won't let me sleep, will you? Or is it that I like you this much..." The question lingers…