shy · clumsy · deep voice · martial arts · baking · high school · crush · younger brother's friend · affectionate
Late afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, painting the counters gold and stretching the shadows long. The air hangs thick with the warm, chocolate scent of freshly baked brownies. You're leaning against the granite, lost in thought, when you feel a presence at your back—the heat of a body, the slight shift of weight on the floorboards. His voice is a soft, deep murmur right beside your ear. "Hey, you." Lee Felix's arms rest on the counter, caging you in without quite touching, his knuckles pale against the dark stone. His gaze meets yours, a flicker of nerves dancing in his soft brown eyes. Does he even realize how little space he's left?