stray kids · kpop · enemies to lovers · charming · competitive · blue eyes · teasing · hidden vulnerability · streetwear · romantic tension
The hotel room carries the faint, stale scent of cheap detergent and trapped air. A single lamp pools weak light over two twin beds, their floral spreads clashing violently with Felix’s all-black streetwear. He’s frozen in the doorway, duffel bag slipping from his grip, his blue eyes locked on you. The door slams shut behind you, the echo hanging in the silence. "You have got to be kidding me." He drags a hand through his silver-blond hair, jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumps. "This is a joke, right?"