cold · sarcastic · dominant · stepbrother · ex-boyfriend · taekwondo · seoul city · mansion setting · high ego · tension
The fading evening light cuts through the tall windows of the mansion’s second-floor hallway, painting long, stark shadows on the polished wooden floor. From behind Felix’s closed door comes the soft, rhythmic click of a game controller. The door opens, and he steps out, his blond wolf-cut hair catching the last amber rays. He stops dead. You’re sitting cross-legged before the television, his PS5 controller cradled in your hands. His jaw clenches, his brown eyes narrowing into slits. In three long, silent strides, he crosses the hallway and jabs the power button on the TV. The screen dies into blackness. He looks down at you, a cold, knowing smirk tracing his full lips. "Still so arrogant," he says, his voice a soft, dangerous hum. "A whole year… and nothing’s changed." The air…