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dōnus riñus (sweet girl) │ Chapter 1: Wedding

terms of endearment ‘verse: see my Masterlist for the correct series order!

Chapter 1 │Chapter 2 │Chapter 3 │Chapter 4 │Chapter 5 │Chapter 6 │Chapter 7 │Chapter 8 │Chapter 9 │Chapter 10 │Chapter 11 │Chapter 12 (COMPLETE!)

Synopsis: As the second-born daughter of Aemma and Viserys, you never expected to be married off to your uncle, Daemon Targaryen. The wedding is here.

(Set in Episode 6 - however, Daemon never married Laena, and he's returned to King's Landing after ten years in exile.)

Hello all! Welcome to my first foray into fanfiction with everyone’s current favourite, Daemon Targaryen. This will be NSFW! TRIGGERS: incest, purity culture, breeding kink, age gap, dubious consent, public bedding.

"The marriage between the second daughter of King Viserys I and his own brother, Prince Daemon, raised eyebrows upon its first announcement. Many assumed the match would echo the Rogue Prince's unfortunate first union with the late Lady Rhea, despite his wish for a Valyrian bride being, finally, fulfilled. It surprised all who took witness to see the intensity of Daemon's devotion to his second wife, a regard that would persist through a long and happy union between uncle and niece."

- 'Fire & Blood, Being a History of the Targaryen Kings of Westeros' by Archmaester Gyldayn

“You look so pretty,” Helaena says behind you.

You smile weakly at your little sister through the mirror before you while your ladies tie you into the gown you wear. Glancing further back, you note the tension between Alicent and Rhaenyra as they sit in your solar and watch as you are readied.

You can tell Alicent is fighting the urge to say something critical to Rhaenyra—your older sister pours herself another goblet of wine, the second in a short time. You wonder if she is drinking to avoid interacting with the Queen, or if she is using the drink as a crutch to cope with the fact you were marrying … well. You smile faintly to yourself—it is probably both. The awkwardness is palpable, but the familiarity of it warms you even so.

“Lovely.” Alicent smiles perfunctorily, her attention diverted more by her own child busying herself at your vanity than you yourself. This does not bother you—you would not claim to be close with your stepmother, but nor are you the enemy she has made of Rhaenyra. “Sweetling—leave your sister’s things alone, please.”

“No, it is fine.” Helaena is a gentle creature, and you know she is earnest in her desire to be helpful. “Why don’t you choose my jewels, ’El?”‘

“Really?” she asks, bright eyes excited.

It makes little difference to you, so you nod. She turns back to your vanity and begins to rifle gently through your collection of necklaces, rings, bracelets and brooches.

“How would you like your hair, Princess?”

“Leave it,” Rhaenyra says as she stands. “I’ll do it.”

Ceryse jerks back in deference as your sister approaches you. You look up at her when she comes to rest behind you, dragging her fingers idly through your hair and humming.

Rhaenyra drags a chair forward and presses you down into it, stepping into place behind you with a silver-handled brush. She runs the bristles through your hair gently, working from your ends up. It reminds you of childhood, of growing up—you never knew your mother well, a faded idea more than a concrete memory, and so your recollections of safety and warmth and a mother’s love are entangled with the presence of your sister, older and wiser and everything you had ever wanted to be once.

Your eyes burn.

“How do you want it?” she asks. Her reflection smiles.

“Up. Nothing ostentatious.”

Alicent protests. “This is a royal wedding, darling. A display of the Crown’s prosperity. You must show them the might of House Targaryen—”

You feel Rhaenyra huff, though there is no outward indication of her annoyance. She has become very proficient at concealing her disdain for her former friend. “A bit of hair will hardly perform such feats, my Queen. Besides”—she turns to you—“this is your wedding, hāedus.” Sister. “Your choice is what matters.”

You see Alicent roll her eyes in the glass before you.

You frown. “My choice has never mattered.” It feels as though you are parading stolen goods before their rightful owner.

“Hey,” she says softly. You look up. She gazes upon you sympathetically—you are relieved to find no bitterness in her expression. “You know he will be kind, don’t you?”

Ah. You have successfully managed to avoid the obvious topic of conversation over the past few sennights, until now. You hate that Helaena and Alicent are here as witnesses, though Helaena has no interest in the conversation going on beside her; Alicent’s eyes watch you like a hawk.

“I didn’t think ‘kind’ was a word one could use to describe Prince Daemon.” Alicent takes her own sip of wine, her eyes glittering meanly. “He certainly has a reputation.”

You wonder if Alicent is trying to be helpful or not. Most likely, she seeks only to start a fight. With your sister or with yourself, you have no idea. It was not like her to behave inflammatorily towards you. You have no desire to bring attention to yourself as the tension between your sister and stepmother mounts, unbeknown to little Helaena as she hums to herself. She still has not chosen for you, though you can see she has narrowed her selection down somewhat.

Rhaenyra smiles at her—it is more of a baring of teeth than an upturning of lips. “People don’t understand our uncle, Your Grace.” She taps your upper arm; you lift up your hand and she passes you the brush to hold as she begins to divide your hair for braiding. “He is… rough around the edges, ‘tis true. But he is hardly a monster.”

Alicent sniffs. “A glowing assessment of his character, I am sure, stepdaughter.”

She tosses her hair back; it is finely braided at the temples, travailing into an ornate half-updo that glitters with the emeralds in her hairnet. She has dressed in her signature colours for this occasion, matched by your sister’s preference to black. The sleeves of her green gown glitter golden in the afternoon light, spreading slivers of shining light on the stone wall behind her.

Rhaenyra opens her mouth—you know it is something rude from the mulish expression on her face. You have no intention of listening to their back-handed wordplay today; something snide about the gracelessness of fucking your best friend’s father, then something outright offensive about the whorishness of spawning three bastard children, and a screaming match that will bring half the Kingsguard to your door in your current state of disarray. No, thank you very much.

“Helaena,” you say, diverting the girl’s attention. “Have you chosen anything for my hair?”

She beams, brandishing her selection. “I thought the pearls would go nice with your dress.”

Rhaenyra takes them from her outstretched palm, smiling at her in acknowledgement before examining your hair critically. It warms your heart to see some harmony here, the obvious outlier being Alicent. You grimace as Rhaenyra begins to tug the strand of pearls through your braids, weaving them into your hair. Fortunately, Rhaenyra and Alicent do not resume their previous conversation.

You are interrupted by a clatter at the door—it opens to reveal the beaming face of Laena Velaryon, your cousin and one of your favourite people in King’s Landing. She looks exquisite; her gown of black and gold cinches in below her breasts before spilling over her rounded belly, and her wild hair is pulled back at the top.

“How is our bride?” she asks, stepping into the room. She genuflects cursorily to Alicent, barely sparing a glance at her before striding over to you and Rhaenyra. She eyes your updo with praise and kisses Rhaenyra softly on the cheek. “Beautiful work, cousin.”

“Thank you.” Rhaenyra smiles. Her hand brushes lightly over Laena’s belly as she passes the pearls through another section of your hair.

“I am well, Laena,” you say.

She is an infectious spirit, your cousin—her and Laenor are what makes the Red Keep so vibrant, a home you are happy in. You are suddenly immensely grateful that your father chose the Velaryon scion as your sister’s husband, though it is an unconventional partnership that exists between the two. Laena is most assuredly happier in her marriage with Ser Harwin, her twin girls and impending child hallmarks of a fruitful union. Not that Rhaenyra is childless; but it is obvious that Jace and Luke and baby Joff are not Laenor’s, for all he dotes on them. “How are you?”

“Excellent,” Laena replies.

You notice Helaena has left the room; you are disappointed momentarily, as you had thought to allow her to help you with putting on your jewellery. Your attention returns to Laena.

“This babe is far more active than my Baela and Rhaena were,” she is saying. “I fear I may make water should he continue to kick so low.”

“He has more room!” Rhaenyra laughs “It is the nature of babes in the belly—they kick you until you piss yourself, and then tear their way through you on their journey into the world.”

She ceases her musings abruptly when you pale at her words.

“I am actually here for a reason,” Laena says, glancing ruefully at your sister. “Joff has spat up all over Luke’s doublet. Luke’s quite hysterical—neither Laenor nor Harwin can calm him down. He’s claiming he has nothing to wear to the feast.”

Rhaenyra has finished threading your hair and steps back to admire her work. She sighs. “I told Laenor not to hand Joff off to Luke, he’s been fussing all day.” She locks eyes with you. “I am sorry, sister. I’ll have to go deal with my boys before they blow up the Keep somehow.”

You smile at her—with three young sons, it is no wonder she perpetually sounds fed up.

There is a pause after Laena and Rhaenyra leave the room, arms entwined; you realise you are alone with your stepmother. She stands and glides over to you. There is something unreadable in the expression on her face as you look at each other.

“I want you to have your guard up,” she says to you. Her tone is uncharacteristically uncertain. She hesitates before placing her hands on your shoulders, her fingers clenching down, though it does not hurt. “Daemon Targaryen is ruthless. Dangerous, even. I did not want this for you.”

“Daemon is my uncle. He will not hurt me.”

You say it with more assurance than you feel. The truth is, you do not know the familiar stranger your uncle has become to you. As a child, he was Daemon-the-uncle, fun and free and your dearest friend in the world; as Daemon-the-man, he is unreadable, an unknown to you. You have no idea if you are right.

“Perhaps not physically.” Alicent pauses, prevaricates—her breath hitches and her hands flex from their resting place on you. “You know what is… expected of you? This evening?”

You nod, refusing to look at yourself in the mirror. You just know that your cheeks are flushed, for your skin belies every shift in emotion, an open book easily read by others.

“Septa Marlow—” You cut off. You will not recount that story; it is embarrassing enough thinking about it. Still, you want to assure your stepmother that you are more than the small girl she sees you as. “I will do my duty, Your Grace.”

“I know you will, darling,” she says.

She moves over to the jewels her daughter laid out for you, and you swallow when you see the rope of Valyrian silver, pendants inlaid with gold and onyx and diamond. One of Daemon’s courting gifts. You think there is something amusing about Helaena selecting one of the few pieces of jewellery gifted to you by your uncle, now to wear for your wedding to the same man today. She fastens it around your neck, gently rearranging it so that it falls into the hollow of your throat.

“I only ask”—she stops—“I know it is unfair, this bedding… This was not my intention.”

Alicent had questioned the point of giving Daemon a new bride—especially a Princess, second in line to the throne at one point in time—when he had refused to give the first children. It was said all over the Seven Kingdoms that he had not visited the Lady Rhea’s bed even once. Of course, your father, being who he was, almost completely misinterpreted his wife, agreeing that ‘some assurances’ were necessary. Grand Maester Mellos, ever unhelpful as he was, indolently recalled a time where royal beddings were witnessed by the Small Council to verify the consummation had occurred. Naturally, Father saw this as a perfectly acceptable solution, never mind the fact that it was Maegor himself who had begun it. You shudder when you think of how vociferous your uncle’s fierce protestations were when you were both called into the Council chambers.

“Absolutely fucking not,” Daemon says.

He stands next to you, fists clenched and jaw working in his fury. You say nothing—you have not processed the insanity that has just been commanded of you. Your fingers twist into the folds of your skirt, self-soothing to restrain the urge to laugh hysterically or perhaps even throw a fit alongside your uncle.

“When did I offer you a choice?” your father asks. His disposition suggests he is amused by Daemon’s outburst, that he sees this as one giant joke. You cannot believe your father would be so callous, and all you can do is watch. “You never lay with Lady Rhea. I’ll not give my daughter to you so you can squander two Targaryen lines.”

“So this is your brilliant solution?” The air is markedly tense as your uncle speaks—you see more than one Kingsguard’s hand drop to the pommel of their sword. “Having everyone watch? Inspecting her afterward, as though she’s some brothel whore? What—do you want to traumatise the girl?”

He gestures angrily toward you, though he does not look at you even once. You think you can hear Ser Criston mutter something unpleasant about Daemon’s familiarity with whores from his station behind you. You ignore your sworn shield as usual.

Lord Lyonel tries to allay him. “Prince Daemon—”

“I didn’t ask for your opinion, Lord Hand,” Daemon says—even though he delivers the title, his tone is anything but courteous.

When he is reminded of who begun the tradition, he is truly wroth. “I already have the blade, so I suppose you may as well name me ‘Daemon the Cruel’ and be done with it.”

You step up.

“Kepus,” you whisper from next to him, lightly touching his arm. It would not do to have him exiled again—you would much rather keep Daemon as your intended than wed Lord Jason Lannister.

“Lykirī, talus,” he says. Quiet, niece.

You bristle. Who does he think he is?

“Kepus,” you say louder, more forcefully, stepping up beside him. His eyes flicker down to you, narrowing consideringly. “Aōle jikāks arlī daor. Līr jaelzi gaomās.” Don’t get yourself sent away again. Just do what they want.

The path of least resistance is preferable, as being a lady of nobility has ingrained into you. You refuse to think of the ramifications of encouraging this madness.

“Lo ābrari Dāro Viliniot vumbiarzo iemnȳ ojenillo harrī gaomi jaelon daor, yne imandūljā.” Forgive me if I don’t want all of King’s Landing in the room as I fuck my wife. He turns to face you. His nose flares, his countenance twisting into something mocking as he looks you up and down. It is possessive, predatory. “Unless that is what you want?”

Your rejoinder is sharp. “Kelīs! Vēdrot ynoma iōrō daor.” Stop! I am not the one you are angry at.

It comes out as a hiss, but you are not quite as irate yet.

“Fine.”

None save Rhaenyra and your father have understood this conversation. They have both watched this interaction with surprise, for an angry Daemon is usually much more predisposed to cruelty, and this display has been suspiciously absent of such behaviour.

“This is not over. And”—he points at Grand Maester Mellos—“fuck you very much for this little suggestion. I’d watch myself if I were you.”

At the sound of Grand Maester Mellos squawking his indignation and your father calling out to him, Daemon turns and storms out of the room.

“Līr issa,” you say to Alicent. She hums an inquiry—you realise you had forgotten to switch back to the Common Tongue. “It is what it is.”

“Yes.” She huffs a laugh. “Very wise.”

She helps you smooth out the back of your gown as you stand. You turn to her, abruptly grateful for her help today. You have complex feelings about Alicent—she has been a fixture in your life for as long as you remember, and unlike Rhaenyra, you do not really recall a time when she was not the Queen. She has been as kind as a young bride to an older widow with a small child ever could be, and you would love her well if it were not for the callousness with which she treated your sister.

A knock on the door. Alicent bids them entry—Ser Criston, arrived to escort the bride’s party to the sept. It is time.

With Rhaenyra and Laena absent, and your youngest sister having departed quietly under the Kingsguard’s escort, all you can do is clasp onto Alicent’s arm and allow her to lead you out of your childhood room. You spare one last glance to the room before the door closes; the soft rose curtains, the chest of dolls at the foot of the bed, the open wardrobe, clothing half-packed in cases scattered on the floor. It is hardly the grandest room in the Keep, but it had served you well. You were happy here. After today, you would move across the Red Keep to new quarters more befitting the Prince and his lady wife.

The door closes. It feels like an ending.

The Sept is what the residents of the Red Keep call the grand room that winds above the serpentine steps across from the royal stables.

Since Maegor had destroyed the Sept of Remembrance, there has technically been no official place of worship in the capital. It is an understatement to call it a ‘room’, exactly—the ceiling seems to loom so far above you, and you feel even smaller than you usually do, the cavernous chamber echoing with the rumble of excited observers. There is plenty of space for the major lords of the Realm to take their places as guests to this prestigious event, though it is by no means a gathering space for a large crowd. You stand behind the divide just next to the door with Alicent and Ser Criston, awaiting your father, trying desperately to ignore the twist of your gut at the sound of all the people. You’ve never liked crowds. Ironic, for a Princess.

“You look beautiful, Your Highness,” Ser Criston says. You furrow your brow—what a strange and abrupt conversation starter. Alicent looks sharply at him.

“Thank you, Ser. You are in fine fettle as well.” It feels distinctly discomfiting to say so. He is wearing what he always wears, though you suppose it is perhaps a bit shinier than usual. Do the Kingsguard have special polish for their armour on important occasions? you wonder to yourself. The notion entertains you.

The door rattles as your father ambles in, hobbling on a bad leg. You wince sympathetically as you and Alicent move forward to help him into the room. He has been faring progressively worse as of late—the Maesters have done little to avail him of his ills.

Alicent fusses over him, her hands fluttering over his doublet, straightening his empty right sleeve so that the fabric appears stiff; it is almost as though a limb occupies the space once more when she does this. “Have you taken your milk of the poppy, husband?”

He clasps her hand in his, chuckling at her concern.

“Yes, my dear. A small dose, though!” He looks to you conspiratorially, and your chest tightens at the look of mischief on his face. For a moment, you feel like a little girl with her beloved papa again, and then you remember. “Besides, I only need to walk my daughter to the end of that aisle, don’t I?”

“Yes, Papa.” You smile weakly. The congregation has hushed; the ceremony is about to start. You move to take his remaining arm, and Alicent walks off to take her seat. The light sounds of the harp begin to float through the hall.

“Ready, child?” your father whispers. You cleave to him childishly, nodding. He raises his hand to your face, stroking your cheek. He looks wistfully down at you. “My daughter. My second-born. I am so very proud of you.”

You smile, ruthlessly suppressing the urge to cry. His validation has always been the most valuable thing to you, even while you know he has done little to deserve such juvenile adulation, especially lately. Nonetheless, you clasp his arm and begin your walk down the path. You stare straight ahead, steadfastly ignoring the rows and rows of occupants that you pass on the way to the front of the chamber. You smile when you see Helaena standing at the front, awaiting the shedding of your cloak. You catch your uncle’s eye as you walk—he is staring at you, hands clasped in front of him, the very picture of courtly valour were it not for the ravenous expression that paints his face as he watches you approach.

You know what he sees. Today, you are resplendent in a gliding gown the colour of snow, the ruffle of many layers of sheer fabric in a fine weft, a delicate combination of embroidery and metalwork inlaid with precious stones over the bodice and travelling down the skirt. The gown itself is eye-catching in a way that makes you uncomfortable, but your father insisted on a display of wealth to reinforce the legitimacy of today’s event to watchful eyes. Despite having been practiced frequently in the short time House Targaryen had held dominion over the Seven Kingdoms, many still look upon your family’s Valyrian intermarriages as foreign and sinful at best. To avoid the discomfited wagging of tongues, you have donned the sigil of House Arryn, your mother’s family, as your maiden’s cloak; it serves as a reaffirmation of the Vale’s loyalty, who had long been incensed over the rumoured crimes of the Rogue Prince against their own Lady Rhea and the Crown’s subsequent inaction over the previous decade. You are Targaryen and Arryn both today.

The High Septon’s voice is droning. “Who comes before the Seven this day?”

You project your voice, relieved that it does not sound thready or tremulous as you had feared. You clearly state your name and title. “A woman grown, trueborn and noble, I have come here to be wed.”

“Who comes to claim her?”

“Daemon, of House Targaryen, Prince of the Seven Kingdoms.” His voice travels well, and you swear you can hear ladies’ sighs in the crowd as he speaks. You want to roll your eyes.

“Who gives her?”

“Viserys of House Targaryen, First of His Name, King of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, gives this woman.”

And with that, your father passes your hand over to Daemon’s, outstretched and waiting for yours. You grasp onto your uncle and step up so that you are level with him. His hand is warm, spreading heat through your chilled fingers. You turn to face him, swinging your cloak around. The metalwork of your dress jangles lightly as you move.

“You may now cloak the bride and bring her under your protection,” the Septon says.

Daemon moves forward. You feel his breath on your face as he untwists the knot holding your cloak around your neck, grasping onto the fabric and passing it over to the waiting Helaena without looking away from you. She takes the cloak and steps back.

The dark cloak of House Targaryen swings over your shoulders as your uncle settles it around you. It feels right to have your actual House’s colours on now. When it is tied, you await the Septon’s next words, your left hand clasped in his.

“We stand here in the sight of gods and men to witness the union of man and wife: one flesh, one heart, one soul, now and forever.” The Septon winds a ribbon of red silk around your joined hands as he speaks. “In the sight of the Seven, I hereby seal these two souls, binding them as one for eternity. Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crone, Stranger—hear now their vows.”

You look up at Daemon, heart pounding, throat dry. What if you forget the words? What are the words?

His hand clasps tighter around yours, joined by the ribbon, jolting you out of your spiral. He smirks down at you, eyes glittering. Ready? he mouths.

You nod.

“I am yours and you are mine, from this day, until the end of my days.”

You speak in near unison, the airy tones of your much higher voice intermingling with the rumbling cadence of Daemon’s. Those ladies sigh again.

“Let it be known that they are one heart, one flesh, one soul. Cursed be he who would seek to tear them asunder. I proclaim thee man and wife.”

Daemon’s free hand strokes up over your jawbone, tipping your face up to his. He bends down to kiss you, no more than a light brush of lips before he departs. He tastes of sweet wine and sunlight.

“Gevie,” he whispers, briefly touching his forehead to yours. Beautiful.

You are broken from your reverie by the applause that erupts and echoes across the cavernous chamber. Pasting what you hope to be an expression of polite enjoyment over your face, you and your new husband turn to the audience. It would not do to show anything but total composure before the lords and ladies of the Realm.

Your uncle’s voice hums through the din. “Ready?”

You look up at him and smile, this one real.

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It All Started At The Night Shift

Paring: Felix x Reader

Warning: SMUT, a lot Manipulation, Murder, mention of suicide, attempted murder, toxic relationship, Stalking

Style: NSFW, Yandere AU!, dark Romance, Friendship

Word count: 17,601

“ If I can’t have her no one can ”

The night at the market store was quiet, just Y/N, the guard, and Hwan, her colleague, were present. They often chatted to pass time during these slow hours.

As Y/N was sharing a comical story from her day, a customer walked in. She and the guard greeted him warmly. The customer, a handsome guy with blonde hair and an Australian accent, smiled back, his gaze lingering on Y/N.

Hwan, noticing the interaction, came over with a smirk. "Hey, did you see that? He's definitely cute. And that look he gave you, Y/N!"

Y/N blushed, trying to play it cool. "Oh, it's nothing, Hwan. Just being polite, I guess."

Hwan nudged her, "Polite? Nah, that was more than just polite. Trust me, I know these things."

As Felix approached the counter, Y/N felt her heart race. Hwan, seizing the moment, asked, "Hey man, what's your name?"

Laughing, Felix replied, "I'm Felix. Nice place you've got here. And you are?"

"I'm Hwan, and this is Y/N, the star cashier." Hwan beamed.

"Y/N, that's a really nice name. Suits you." Felix said as he smiled at Y/N.

Y/N's heart flustered at the compliment, "Thank you, Felix. Did you find everything okay?" managed to respond.

"Yeah, thanks to the great ambiance here. You guys seem like a fun team."

As Y/N scanned his items, Hwan chimed in, "We try our best. Keeps the night shifts interesting, right, Y/N?"

Felix paid, his eyes still on Y/N. "Thanks, Y/N. Maybe I'll drop by again during your shift."

After he left, Y/N sighed, trying to calm her fluttering heart. Hwan and the guard couldn't help but tease her. "Looks like someone's got an admirer," Hwan said, winking.

Y/N tried to dismiss it, but she couldn't help feeling excited at the prospect of seeing Felix again. Felix's visits to the market store during Y/N's night shifts had become a regular occurrence. Their conversations were always a highlight of her evenings.

On one particularly quiet night, Felix stayed longer than usual, engaging in conversation with Y/N, Hwan, and the guard. They talked about everything from funny personal stories to random trivia, creating a lively atmosphere in the usually quiet store.

"So, Felix," Hwan started, "what brings you to our humble store so late at night? You seem to have become quite the regular."

"Well, it's not just the midnight snacks that draw me here. It's the company, of course." Felix grinned.

Y/N blushed slightly, trying to focus on organizing the counter. The guard chimed in, "We're glad you enjoy our little night crew. Makes the time pass quicker, doesn't it?"

As they were all laughing at a joke the guard had just made, a new customer walked in, interrupting the moment. Felix glanced at the door, then back at Y/N. "Looks like I should get going. Duty calls, right?"

"Yeah, it does get a bit busier around now," Y/N replied, feeling a tinge of regret.

Felix headed out, and Y/N noticed his wallet left behind on the counter. "Oh no, he forgot his wallet," she said, picking it up.

The guard urged, "You should catch him before he gets too far. We've got things covered here."

Y/N hurried outside, calling after Felix, who was already some distance away. "Felix!" He didn't stop, so she called louder, "Felix!"

Hearing her, Felix turned around with a puzzled look. "Y/N? What's up?"

Out of breath, Y/N held out his wallet. "You forgot this."

"Ah, my wallet. I'd forget my own head if it wasn't attached. Thanks for bringing it out to me." Felix laughed, a bit embarrassed.

As he reached to take it, their hands touched briefly. Y/N felt a strange sensation, a mix of excitement and a weird unease. Felix's eyes were intense, holding hers a little too long, making her heart flutter.

He finally stepped back, breaking the gaze. "I really appreciate it, Y/N. You're always looking out for me, huh?"

Y/N, still trying to catch her breath, managed a smile. "Well, can't have you walking around without your wallet."

Felix nodded, "True. Well, I should let you get back. Thanks again, Y/N."

As he walked away, Y/N stood there for a moment, feeling a chill despite the night's warmth. Felix's presence had left an unsettling yet intriguing impression on her.

Unseen by Y/N, Felix paused further down the street, turning to watch her return to the store. His expression was no longer just friendly; there was a depth of something else, something unreadable, as he watched her disappear into the store.

The shift in schedule due to a colleague's accident led Y/N to work mornings, leaving her usual evening slot to a new staff member. This change was felt by Hwan and the guard, who missed Y/N's presence during the night shifts. They often talked about their hospitalized colleague, hoping for a quick recovery.

On one of these evenings, Felix entered the store, his usual smile ready. However, it quickly faded when he didn't spot Y/N at her usual post. Instead, a new face manned the till. Hwan, noticing Felix's disappointment, approached him.

"Hey, Felix! You look a bit lost. Missing Y/N, are you?" Hwan asked, a teasing note in his voice.

Felix, trying to hide his surprise, responded, "Yeah, where's Y/N? Not her shift today?"

Hwan explained the situation, "Y/N's covering morning shifts for a while. One of our colleagues had an accident. She's always there to help out, you know?"

Felix's expression softened, "That's really kind of her. She's always thinking of others."

Hwan nodded, "True, but I worry about her sometimes. She needs to remember to take care of herself too."

Felix, with a hint of concern, asked, "So, when is she coming back to evenings?"

Hwan, sensing Felix's interest, replied with a grin, "Ah, missing her that much, huh? She should be back next week. But hey, I'm here too, you know. I can be quite the entertainer."

Felix chuckled at Hwan's playful flirtation. "I have no doubt about that. You guys make a great team. I'll still come by, just was curious about Y/N."

As Felix wandered around the store, he occasionally glanced at the new cashier. She tried to engage him with a confident and playful demeanor, even boldly asking for his number. Felix, though polite, seemed only half-engaged in the conversation.

Finally, at the till, the new cashier tried to strike up a conversation. "So, you're a regular here, right? I'm Jenna, by the way."

"Yeah, I come by often. Nice to meet you, Jenna." Felix replied politely.

"You seem to know Hwan pretty well. He's quite a character, isn't he?" Jenna smiled.

"Yeah, he definitely keeps things interesting around here." Felix laughed.

As he paid, Jenna leaned in, "If you're ever here in the mornings, let me know. I can make a great coffee."

"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind," Felix said, offering a friendly but non-committal smile. His thoughts, however, seemed to linger on Y/N, not the conversation at hand.

Felix, a night owl by nature, found himself venturing out during the day, driven by the desire to see Y/N. He preferred the quiet of the night, but today was different. Arriving at the market shop, he was greeted by the bustling activity of daytime business. Spotting Y/N away from the cash register and busy with shelf stocking presented him with the perfect opportunity.

Approaching her with a playful smile, Felix spoke softly to avoid startling her. "Hey, need a hand with anything?"

Y/N turned, her eyes widening in surprise at seeing Felix in daylight. "Felix? What are you doing here at this hour?"

"Surprised to see me?" he asked with a grin.

"Yeah, I am. How did you know I was working mornings now?" Y/N questioned, a mixture of curiosity and happiness in her tone.

Felix explained, "I dropped by last night and didn't see you. Hwan told me about your shift change. I was actually hoping to ask you something yesterday, but you weren't there."

Y/N straightened up, "Oh? What did you want to ask?"

Felix hesitated briefly before asking, "When's your day off? I was thinking, maybe we could grab a coffee? I've really enjoyed our talks during your evening shifts, and I'd like to get to know you better."

Y/N's heart fluttered. "Um, I'm off on Sundays and Wednesdays."

"How about coffee this Sunday, then?" Felix suggested, his tone hopeful.

Y/N agreed, perhaps a bit too quickly, eliciting a chuckle from Felix. They exchanged numbers, and he promised to text her the details for Sunday.

Not wanting to keep her from work during the busy day, Felix picked up a few items and headed to the checkout. Meanwhile, another colleague of Y/N's, who had observed their interaction from afar, approached her.

"Who's that guy?" the colleague asked with a curious look.

"That's Felix. I met him during one of the evening shifts. He's been coming by almost every night since," Y/N explained.

Her colleague's expression shifted to a mix of intrigue and concern. "Doesn't that seem a bit... creepy to you?"

Y/N hadn't considered it that way. "I don't know, he's always been nice."

"Just be careful, okay? The way he just showed up, especially after finding out from Hwan when you'd be here... it gives off stalker vibes," her colleague cautioned, a hint of worry in her voice.

Those words caused a twinge of unease in Y/N's heart, but she hoped her colleague's concerns were unfounded. Felix had always seemed kind and genuine, yet now she couldn't shake off a slight sense of doubt. Sunday arrived, and Y/N felt a mix of excitement and nervousness about meeting Felix outside the familiar confines of the market. She recalled her colleague's warning about potential stalker vibes, but she pushed those thoughts aside, choosing to focus on looking her best for the meetup.

Upon arriving at the cafe, Y/N spotted Felix already there, seated at a corner table. His eyes brightened as she walked in, his smile wide and welcoming.

"Hey, Y/N! You look amazing," Felix greeted her as she approached.

"Thanks, Felix. It's nice to see you outside the store," Y/N replied, feeling a flutter of excitement.

They settled in, ordering their drinks before delving into a deep conversation. Felix's gaze remained fixed on Y/N, showing his genuine interest. "I've always wondered what you liked to do outside of work," he said, leaning in.

Y/N shared her hobbies and passions, noticing how Felix's eyes seemed to sparkle with every word. "What about you, Felix? What do you enjoy doing when you're not at our store?" she asked, smiling.

Felix shared his interests, watching Y/N's reactions closely. "I love exploring the city at night, the quietness... it's peaceful. But being with you now, this is nice too."

As the evening approached, they decided to take a walk around Seoul. The city's vibrant energy surrounded them, creating a comfortable backdrop for their continued conversation.

When it was time to part ways, Felix hesitated. "Can I walk you home? It's getting late, and I'd feel better knowing you're safe."

Y/N, recalling her colleague's words, felt a twinge of uncertainty. "I appreciate it, Felix, but I'm fine. My place isn't far. But let's definitely meet up again soon."

Felix's expression briefly faltered, but he quickly recovered. "Of course, Y/N. I'd like that."

They said their goodbyes, and Y/N walked home, unaware of Felix quietly following at a distance. His intentions seemed protective, yet there was an underlying intensity to his actions.

Reaching her apartment, Y/N entered, unaware of Felix's watchful eyes. He lingered outside, ensuring she was safe before finally walking away, his thoughts a mix of affection and an unsettling possessiveness. The following week, Y/N continued with the morning shifts, as her colleague was still recuperating. While she hoped for her colleague's swift return to work, this schedule change meant more opportunities to see Felix.

One day, after finishing her shift, Y/N was surprised to find Felix waiting for her outside the store, holding a small bouquet of flowers. Her colleagues, witnessing the scene, couldn't help but express their delight with a chorus of 'awws,' curious about the charming gentleman.

"Wow, Felix, this is... unexpected," Y/N said, her heart skipping a beat as she accepted the flowers.

"I thought it might brighten your day," Felix replied with a smile.

As days passed, Y/N eventually returned to her usual evening shifts. Hwan and the night guard greeted her with cheers, happy to have their friend back. Felix, true to his routine, resumed his evening visits to the store.

The familiarity of the evening routine felt comforting to Y/N, but there was an undercurrent of something different now. The interactions with Felix had grown more personal, and while part of her was thrilled, another part couldn't shake off a subtle sense of unease.

During one of these shifts, Felix visited the store. He seemed more intense than usual, his gaze lingering on Y/N a bit longer, his conversations deeper and more probing.

"Y/N, have you ever thought about what it'd be like to just... leave everything behind? To start fresh somewhere new?" Felix asked her one evening, a distant look in his eyes.

Y/N, taken aback by the sudden depth of the conversation, replied cautiously, "I guess I've thought about it, but I have responsibilities here. Why do you ask?"

Felix's expression darkened slightly. "Sometimes I feel like the world is too much. Too loud, too crowded. I find peace in the quiet moments, especially with you. You bring a sense of calm I don't find anywhere else."

Y/N didn't know how to respond. The intensity in Felix's words was both flattering and a little frightening. She tried to steer the conversation to lighter topics, but the night ended with Felix's words echoing in her mind.

Walking home that night, Y/N felt a prickling sensation on the back of her neck, as if she was being watched. She quickened her pace, hoping it was just her imagination running wild after the strange conversation with Felix.

Reaching home, she locked her door and peered out her window, half expecting to see someone there. The street was empty, but the feeling of unease lingered, leaving her to wonder about the true nature of Felix's intentions. During their next coffee date, Y/N and Felix found themselves more connected than ever. Their conversation flowed effortlessly, filled with laughter and shared stories, drawing them physically closer. As their hands entwined and shoulders brushed, the air around them seemed charged with unspoken feelings.

Felix, looking deeply into Y/N's eyes, broke the silence with a confession. "Y/N, these moments with you, they mean a lot to me. I've come to really like you."

Y/N, feeling her heart flutter, couldn't help but respond in kind. "Felix, I feel the same. There's something special about what we have."

Their eyes locked, and Felix's gaze lingered on her lips. Y/N, blushing slightly, leaned in, and they shared a gentle, yet profound kiss.

"I really like you... a lot," Felix whispered softly, giving her another tender kiss.

As they prepared to leave, Y/N, emboldened by the moment, invited Felix over to her apartment. He smiled warmly, "I'd love to come over. It'll be nice spending more time with you."

At her cozy apartment, they settled into an evening of more conversation and a movie. As the film played, Y/N's eyelids grew heavy, and she eventually fell asleep on Felix's shoulder.

Felix gazed down at her, a small smirk on his face. "You're so peaceful when you sleep," he whispered to himself, appreciating her serene expression.

As the movie ended, Felix gently shook Y/N awake. "Hey, it's late. I should get going."

Y/N, groggily waking up, felt a tinge of disappointment. "Oh, already? Thanks for staying. I had a great time."

"Me too," Felix replied, standing up. "I'll see you soon, Y/N."

After he left, Y/N locked her door and sat in the quiet of her apartment, the evening's events replaying in her mind. It was another evening shift at the market store, and Hwan was brimming with curiosity about Y/N's budding relationship with Felix. The guard, too, was eager to hear more, so Y/N shared details of their recent dates.

Hwan's excitement was palpable. "Oh my gosh, tell me everything! How romantic is it on a scale from one to ten?" he asked, clapping his hands together like a giddy schoolgirl.

Y/N laughed, sharing some of the sweet moments they had shared. "It's been really nice. Felix is thoughtful, and we've had some great times together."

As the night progressed, Y/N noticed Felix didn't make his usual visit. She tried not to think much of it, assuming he might not have needed anything that evening. Still, his absence made the shift feel slower.

After closing up the shop, Y/N began her walk home. Normally, the walk was a peaceful end to her night, but tonight felt different. She had an eerie sensation of being followed. At one point, she even heard footsteps behind her.

Increasing her pace, Y/N glanced back and saw a shadowy figure at a distance, seemingly following her. Her walk turned into a run, heart pounding. As she rounded a corner, she collided with someone, letting out a startled yelp.

Strong hands grasped her arms, and she looked up to see Felix, concern etched on his face. "Y/N, it's me, Felix. Are you okay? What happened?"

Relieved yet still shaken, Y/N stammered, "I-I thought someone was following me. I heard footsteps..."

Felix's brow furrowed with worry. "Why were you walking alone at this hour? It's not safe."

Glancing back, Y/N saw no one. She looked at Felix, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. "Felix, what are you doing out here?"

"Just taking a stroll," he replied, his tone casual. Noticing her shivers, he took off his jacket and gently draped it over her shoulders. "Let me walk you home. You shouldn't be alone."

As they walked, Felix kept a protective arm around her, occasionally looking back to ensure no one was following them. Y/N, though comforted by his presence, couldn't shake off a lingering sense of unease, wondering about the odd coincidence of his timely appearance. Y/N decided to invite Felix over for dinner a few days after their unsettling encounter. She wanted to create a relaxed and comfortable atmosphere, cooking a meal for them in her apartment. As she busied herself in the kitchen, Felix arrived, still carrying a hint of concern from their previous meeting.

"Hey, are you sure you're okay after the other night?" Felix asked as he entered, his eyes searching hers for any sign of lingering distress.

"Yeah, I'm okay, just a little shaken still. It was weird, you know?" Y/N replied, focusing on chopping vegetables. "But I'm curious, Felix. Why were you out for a stroll that late? It seemed... out of the ordinary."

Felix chuckled softly, understanding her unease. "I know it must've seemed strange. I didn't visit the store that night, and it felt odd not being there. I just needed to stretch my legs, get some fresh air. I'm sorry if it scared you. The timing was certainly unusual."

As they talked, Felix admired her cooking skills. The kitchen was small, and the aroma of the food was enticing. He moved closer to her, and in a smooth, casual gesture, wrapped his arms around her from behind as she continued to cut vegetables.

"Do you need any help with anything?" Felix asked, his voice close to her ear.

Y/N leaned back slightly into his embrace, feeling a shiver run through her from his touch. "No, it's okay. You're the guest tonight. Just relax and enjoy," she said, a hint of warmth in her voice.

The dinner Y/N prepared was a hit. Felix complimented her culinary skills, genuinely impressed. "This is amazing, Y/N. You're a fantastic cook," he said, savoring each bite.

After they finished eating, Felix insisted on helping with the cleanup. "It's only fair since you cooked such a wonderful meal," he said, taking the dishes to the sink.

Once the kitchen was tidy, they decided to play some card and board games, laughing and enjoying each other's company. As the evening wore on, they settled down to watch movies, cuddling under a blanket on the couch. Y/N found comfort resting atop Felix, and soon, they both drifted off to sleep.

In the early morning light, Felix awoke to find Y/N still asleep on top of him. Gently, he shifted her aside, careful not to wake her. Standing up, he looked down at her peaceful face, a complex mix of emotions crossing his own.

"Sleep well, Y/N," he whispered to himself. He felt an urge to have something of hers, a memento to keep her close even when they were apart.

As he quietly moved around her apartment, Felix's eyes scanned for something small, something she wouldn't immediately miss. His movements were silent, almost ghostly. He found a small hairpin on her dresser, its design simple and elegant. He picked it up, turning it over in his hands.

"Just a little something to remember this night," he murmured.

Continuing his subtle search, Felix found a book she was currently reading. He carefully slipped a bookmark inside - one that he had with him, a silent exchange of possessions. "Now there's a part of me with you, too," he said softly.

With each item Felix took, his expression grew more introspective. He wasn't just collecting objects; he was weaving a deeper connection with Y/N in his mind, a connection he believed was protective and necessary.

Finally, he found a scarf, lightly perfumed with her scent. He held it close, inhaling deeply. "I'll keep you safe, Y/N, from anything that might harm you," he spoke to the scarf as if it were Y/N herself.

As Y/N slowly came to consciousness, she noticed Felix sitting by the window, lost in his thoughts. The soft morning light cast a serene glow over the room, a stark contrast to the complexity of emotions playing across Felix's face.

Rubbing her eyes, Y/N sat up, causing Felix to turn his attention away from the window. He quickly masked his contemplative expression with a more cheerful demeanor. "Good morning, Y/N," he greeted her warmly.

Y/N stretched and smiled, though still groggy. "Morning, Felix. Sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep on you last night."

Felix shook his head, "Don't worry about it. I fell asleep too. It was nice, actually."

Y/N got up, moving around the room, still unaware of the items Felix had subtly taken. As she busied herself, Felix watched her, his gaze soft yet tinged with a possessive intensity.

"I should probably head back," Felix announced, standing up. "Didn't want to just leave while you were asleep."

Y/N, turning to face him, felt a hint of disappointment. "Oh, are you sure you have to go? We could grab breakfast or something."

Felix hesitated for a moment, then replied, "I'd love to stay, but I have a few things to take care of today. Rain check on breakfast?"

Y/N nodded, understanding. "Sure, another time then."

As Felix prepared to leave, Y/N walked him to the door. "Thanks for coming over, Felix. Last night was really fun."

Felix turned to her, his expression softening. "I had a great time too, Y/N. We should do this again soon."

They said their goodbyes, and Felix left. Y/N closed the door behind him, feeling a mix of happiness from the night before and a vague sense of unease she couldn't quite place.

Once outside, Felix paused, looking at the items he had taken from her apartment. He held the scarf close, feeling a sense of duty to protect Y/N, even from shadows and dangers only he seemed to perceive. His thoughts were a blend of affection and an overprotective urge, a dangerous combination that blurred the lines between care and control.

As Felix and Y/N's relationship progressed, Felix found himself increasingly fixated on her. He cherished their shared moments and kisses but craved more. One day, while out shopping for clothes, he unexpectedly saw Y/N laughing and talking with her friends.

From his hidden vantage point, Felix couldn't help but smile at Y/N's carefree demeanor. "She's so different when she's with her friends," he thought to himself, his gaze following her every move. "So full of life and laughter."

Meanwhile, Y/N, completely oblivious to Felix's watchful eyes, was engrossed in the lively banter with her friends. Her laughter was infectious, and her energy radiated happiness, drawing in those around her.

After a while, Felix left the scene, his mind replaying the moments he had witnessed. He felt a strange satisfaction in having seen this other side of Y/N, yet it also fueled his desire to be a bigger part of her life.

Felix had developed a habit of subtly taking small items from Y/N's apartment during their dates – things that carried her scent but wouldn't be immediately missed. It was his way of keeping a part of her with him.

A few days later, Felix visited the market store during Y/N's shift. As he was browsing, a rowdy group of men entered, their loud banter filling the store. The guard immediately became alert, sensing potential trouble.

The men's eyes soon fell on Y/N. They began to make crude comments about her, loud enough for Felix and others nearby to hear.

"Check out the cashier. She's pretty hot," one of the men remarked to his friends, his voice dripping with lewd intent.

"Yeah, way too good for a place like this. Bet she's got some fire in her," another added, chuckling.

Y/N, feeling their eyes on her, tried to ignore the comments and focus on her work. The men's behavior was making her increasingly uncomfortable.

Hwan, sensing the situation escalating, moved closer to Y/N. "These guys are bad news," he whispered to the guard, both of them keeping a watchful eye on the group.

As the men approached the counter with their items, one of them leaned in, smirking at Y/N. "Hey, sweetheart, why are you working in a dump like this? Someone as pretty as you should be treated better."

Y/N responded with forced politeness, trying to remain professional. "I'm just doing my job, sir. Can I help you with anything else?"

Felix, unable to stand idly by, stepped forward with his items. He cleared his throat loudly, drawing the men's attention away from Y/N. His expression was stern, a silent warning.

The leader of the group, catching the protective vibe from Felix, gave a sarcastic apology for holding up the line and shot Y/N one last inappropriate glance before leaving with his friends, their crude remarks still audible as they exited.

Felix turned to Y/N, a mix of concern and frustration in his eyes. "Are you alright, Y/N? That was completely out of line."

Y/N nodded, trying to shake off the unease. "I'm okay, thanks, Felix. It's not uncommon, but it's never pleasant."

Felix's brow furrowed, his protective instinct clear. "No one should have to put up with that. I wish I could be here all the time to prevent it."

The night at the market store continued, with Felix staying a bit longer than usual. As closing time approached, Hwan offered Y/N a ride home, concerned for her safety after the unsettling encounter with the group of men. However, Y/N reassured him that she would be fine, her apartment being just a short walk away.

Hwan, still hesitant, told her, "Please, Y/N, call me immediately if anything feels off, okay?"

Y/N nodded, "I will, Hwan. Thanks."

Walking home alone, Y/N was extra alert, her mind replaying the earlier incident. As she made her way through the dimly lit streets, she noticed the same group of men from the store lingering nearby. They spotted her and began whistling and calling out to her.

"Hey, there she is! The pretty cashier!" one of them yelled, their tone menacing.

Y/N quickened her pace, trying to ignore them, but before she could turn the corner, one of the men grabbed her arm. She let out a sharp scream, which was quickly muffled as another man covered her mouth, dragging her towards a dark alleyway.

Her struggles were in vain against their strength. Panic surged through her as she tried to free herself.

Meanwhile, Felix, who was still nearby, heard Y/N's scream. He paused, then ran towards the source of the sound. Arriving at the alley, he saw the men trying to overpower Y/N. Rage filled him, his eyes darkening with fury.

Felix made his presence known, causing the men to pause and turn towards him. One of them smirked and taunted, "Better walk away, buddy, unless you want to get hurt."

Underestimating Felix, one of the men charged at him, only to be knocked out cold with a single punch. The second attacker lunged, but Felix grabbed him and slammed his face into the brick wall. The leader and another accomplice then attacked, but Felix swiftly incapacitated them both, leaving them unconscious on the ground.

But Felix wasn't finished. He stood over the leader, his foot pressing down on the man's neck. The leader gasped for air, pleading for his life.

"You don't deserve to breathe," Felix growled, his voice cold and devoid of mercy. "After what you were going to do to her... to Y/N..."

Y/N, terrified by the scene unfolding before her, called out weakly, "Felix, stop! Please, don't do this!"

Felix turned to look at her, his expression softening slightly. He slowly removed his foot from the man's neck, leaving him gasping on the ground. "Next time, I won't hesitate," he warned the man, his voice low and threatening. "Get your life together, and stay away from her."

Approaching Y/N cautiously, Felix said softly, "It's okay, Y/N. I won't hurt you. I'm here to protect you."

Y/N, still in shock, hesitated before slowly clinging to Felix. He gently helped her up, covering her eyes so she wouldn't see the aftermath of his actions.

"Let's get you home," Felix whispered, guiding her away from the alley and back to the safety of her apartment.

Upon reaching Y/N's apartment, the tension and fear from the night's events still clung to her. She held onto Felix tightly, seeking comfort in his presence. "Can you stay tonight?" she asked in a trembling voice as they walked inside.

Felix nodded, his expression serious but gentle. "Of course, I'm here for you," he assured her.

As they entered the apartment and removed their shoes, the proximity and the intensity of the evening seemed to draw them even closer. Y/N, still shaken and now driven by a mix of fear and gratitude, reached for Felix. With unsteady hands, she pulled him down into a deep, fervent kiss.

Felix responded with surprise but quickly reciprocated, his arms encircling her waist, pulling her closer. The kiss deepened, fueled by a blend of need and desire.

"Felix..." Y/N murmured between kisses, her hands moving to lift his hoodie and t-shirt.

He reciprocated, lifting her top off with equal urgency. Their clothing fell away, forgotten as they became lost in each other.

As Felix held her, the sensation of their skin touching was overwhelming. "Y/N, I... I want you," he confessed, his voice low and filled with longing.

Y/N, responding with her own need, whispered back, "I want you too, Felix. Please."

Lifting her in his arms, Felix carefully ascended the steps to her loft bed. Once there, he gently laid her down, his lips finding her neck. Y/N called out his name, her hips rolling against his in a rhythm of desperation and desire.

"Felix... Felix..." she moaned, her voice a mix of pleasure and need.

Hearing his name from her lips sent waves of desire through Felix. "Y/N, you're everything," he breathed, his voice deep and resonant.

The night unfolded in a blur of passion and intensity. Their moans and whispered names filled the room, a testament to their fervent connection. Eventually, exhaustion overtook them, and they fell asleep in each other's arms, the bed covers and their shared warmth the only things holding back the chill of the night. In the early morning quiet, Felix and Y/N lay entwined in her bed, a temporary calm enveloping them. Felix held Y/N close, feeling a sense of protectiveness and possession that had intensified since the previous night's events. The scent of her hair and the softness of her skin under his fingers sent shivers down his spine.

He gazed down at her, marveling at her peaceful, innocent appearance. "I could keep you safe forever," he thought, his mind teetering on the edge of a dark and possessive desire.

Leaning in, Felix gently kissed the top of her head, inhaling the scent of her shampoo. His fingers continued their delicate caress along her back, a contrast to the violence of the night before.

Y/N slowly stirred awake, her eyes fluttering open to meet Felix's gaze. His serious expression quickly softened into a smile. "Good morning," he murmured softly.

"Morning," Y/N replied, her voice still heavy with sleep. She looked up at him, his presence bringing a sense of safety.

"How are you feeling after last night?" Felix's voice was low, laced with concern.

The memory of the attack flashed through Y/N's mind, a flicker of fear crossing her face. Then she remembered Felix's actions, how he had stood over one of the men, his foot pressed against the man's neck. "I'm... better now that you're here. But, Felix, what would you have done to those guys... if I hadn't stopped you?" she asked, her voice hesitant.

Felix's smile faltered slightly. He chose his words carefully, aware of the gravity of her question. "I only wanted to scare them, to make sure they wouldn't hurt you. I wouldn't have gone further," he assured her, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of something more intense.

Y/N nodded, wanting to believe him. She leaned in for a kiss, seeking comfort in his embrace. Felix responded, his kiss reassuring yet tinged with an underlying intensity.

As they lay together, Felix spoke softly, his words filled with a dark promise. "I'll always protect you, Y/N. No one will ever hurt you as long as I'm around."

Y/N felt a mixture of comfort and unease at his words. "I know you will, Felix. But promise me, no more violence."

Felix nodded, though his expression remained unreadable. "I promise, as long as you're safe."

Y/N was eager for Felix to meet her friends, believing it was an important step in their relationship. Despite Felix's nervousness, they went to the mall to meet up with her group of friends.

As they arrived, Bangchan, who had always been like a brother to Y/N, was the first to greet them. He extended a warm welcome to Felix.

"You must be Felix. Y/N has told us so much about you," Chan said, shaking Felix's hand.

Felix, trying to mask his nervousness with a polite smile, replied, "Yes, that's me. It's great to meet all of you."

Bangchan, picking up on Felix's Australian accent, added, "Hey, I'm from Australia too! Whereabouts are you from?"

"Sydney," Felix responded, a bit more relaxed. "It's good to meet a fellow Aussie."

Yeonjun, Chanbin, and Wooyoung, Y/N's school friends, introduced themselves next, each expressing their gratitude for how Felix had been there for Y/N. Jeongin, Mina, Sana, and Emily followed suit, making Felix feel gradually more welcome.

As they wandered around the mall, chatting and laughing, a TV in the public area caught their attention. The news was on, and a breaking story flashed across the screen.

"Breaking News: Men Found Dead in Apparent Group Suicide," the headline read.

The group fell silent, their attention drawn to the screen. The reporter detailed how the men, involved in a recent assault, were found dead in what appeared to be a case of group suicide.

Y/N gasped, recognizing the men as the same group that had harassed her. "Those are the men from the other night," she whispered, a mix of shock and fear in her voice.

Felix stiffened, his expression darkening as he watched the report. Bangchan looked at him, sensing the change in his demeanor. "You okay, mate? This must be shocking for Y/N, given what happened."

Felix's voice was low, almost a growl. "They got what they deserved," he said, barely audible.

Y/N turned to Felix, her eyes wide. "Felix, you don't think that... they deserved to die, do you?"

Felix quickly masked his dark expression with a more neutral one. "No, of course not. It's just... shocking, that's all."

The group tried to resume their previous cheerfulness, but the news had cast a shadow over the day. Felix, meanwhile, harbored a secret. He had orchestrated the demise of those men, making it appear as a group suicide executed by another gang. His primary goal was to ensure they could never harm Y/N or anyone else again. This dark deed, known only to him, was driven by a twisted sense of justice and an obsessive desire to protect Y/N at all costs.

As they walked through the mall, Felix could sense Y/N's discomfort. He wrapped an arm around her, trying to offer some comfort. "Are you alright, Y/N? You seem a bit off," he asked, his tone laced with concern.

Y/N forced a smile, not wanting to voice her growing fears about Felix. "It's just the news... it's quite shocking, isn't it?"

Felix nodded, keeping his expression carefully neutral. "It is. But at least they won't be able to hurt anyone anymore. You're safe, that's what matters."

Bangchan, attempting to salvage the day, suggested, "Why don't we try to do something fun to lighten the mood? How about we play some games at the arcade here?"

The group agreed, albeit half-heartedly, and made their way to the arcade. As they played, Y/N found herself repeatedly glancing at Felix. His earlier reaction to the news report lingered in her mind, casting him in a new, more ominous light.

Later, as the group sat down for a meal, the conversation struggled to regain its previous ease. The friends chatted about mundane topics, but the underlying tension was palpable.

Felix remained mostly quiet, his mind preoccupied with the secret he was keeping. He knew that his actions, though driven by a desire to protect Y/N, had crossed a dangerous line.

As they ate, Y/N finally mustered the courage to ask Felix a question that had been burning in her mind. "Felix, that news about the men... Do you really think they deserved to die?"

Felix paused, his fork midway to his mouth. He looked at Y/N, searching for the right words. "In a way, yes. They were dangerous, Y/N. They could have hurt you or worse. I can't stand the thought of anyone harming you."

Y/N felt a chill run down her spine at his words. The man she had come to know and care for now seemed like a stranger, capable of a darkness she hadn't seen before. Despite the undercurrent of discomfort, Y/N found herself torn between her growing fears about Felix and the love she felt for him. He had been her protector, her savior on two occasions, and their recent intimate moments had only deepened her affection.

As the group wrapped up their meal, her friends, though worried about the news, expressed their gratitude towards Felix for always being there for Y/N. They liked him for his protective nature and the way he made Y/N feel loved.

Bangchan, taking a moment alone with Y/N, voiced his thoughts. "Hey, Y/N, just wanted to say, Felix seems like a great guy. You two look good together."

Y/N smiled, feeling reassured by her friend's approval. "Thanks, Bangchan. He's been really wonderful."

Yeonjun chimed in, "Yeah, and the way he stepped up for you that night. You've got a real hero there."

As the group said their goodbyes, Felix took Y/N's hand firmly, his grip conveying a sense of protectiveness rather than possessiveness. Walking her home, Felix sensed the mixed emotions in Y/N.

"Everything okay, Y/N? You seem a bit quiet," Felix inquired, his tone gentle.

Y/N nodded, her mind still processing the day's events. "Yeah, I'm just thinking about everything. It's been an eventful day."

Felix smiled, trying to lighten the mood. "Well, I'm glad I finally got to meet your friends. They seem really cool."

"They are," Y/N agreed, her spirits lifted slightly by Felix's attempt to keep things upbeat.

As they reached her apartment, Felix's concern was evident. "Y/N, if you ever need anything or feel uneasy, just let me know. I'm here for you."

"I know, Felix. Thank you," Y/N said, giving him a small, grateful smile.

They stood at her door, the evening ending on a more positive note. Y/N felt a sense of comfort knowing her friends liked Felix and that he was there to support her. Felix leaned down and gave her a warm and gentle kiss. His heart swelled with emotion as Y/N returned his warm and gentle kiss. The night had been a mix of apprehensions and affirmations, but this moment felt like a culmination of all their shared experiences.

"I love you, Felix," Y/N whispered, her eyes locked with his.

Hearing those words, Felix felt an overwhelming rush of happiness. He had longed to hear them since the day they met. His smile was bright and unrestrained as he kissed her again, unable to contain his joy. "I love you too, Y/N. More than you can imagine," he replied, his voice filled with emotion.

Y/N smiled back, her eyes reflecting the deep connection they shared. "I'm so glad you're in my life, Felix. Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Y/N. Sleep well," Felix responded, watching her disappear inside.

As Felix made his way back to his apartment, his mind replayed their evening. He leaned against his door, lost in thought, a dreamy expression on his face. The confession of love had ignited something intense within him.

He removed his shoes and jacket, walking through the dimly lit apartment to a room he always kept locked. This room was his sanctuary, a hidden space filled with his deepest obsessions and desires.

Inside, the walls were covered with pictures of Y/N, some taken long before they officially met. Felix had been quietly observing her, captivated by her kindness since the rainy day she offered him her umbrella. That gesture had sparked an obsession that grew with each passing day.

He had carefully orchestrated their meeting at the market, though to Y/N, he was just a stranger. Each photograph, each stolen moment captured in these images, was a testament to his growing fixation.

Felix picked up Y/N's scarf from the room, inhaling her scent. His mind raced with plans and possibilities. "She loves me," he whispered to himself. "Now, we can truly start our life together."

He thought aloud, addressing the empty room, "It's time for the next step. Y/N should be with me, always. She'll be safe and loved. I'll make sure of it."

Felix's thoughts turned to the future, envisioning a life where Y/N was by his side, away from any perceived threats or dangers. In his mind, this was the ultimate act of love and protection.

"I'll start preparing tomorrow," Felix mused, his voice low. "Everything needs to be perfect for her. She deserves that."

As he left the room, locking away his secret shrine, Felix felt a resolve stronger than ever. His love for Y/N had become an all-consuming force, driving him towards a future where he could keep her close, forever safeguarded in his care. The night shift at the market store felt surprisingly light for Y/N. There was an air of anticipation around her, a sense that something significant and exciting was on the horizon. The unsettling news about the men's supposed suicide had receded to the back of her mind, replaced by thoughts of her blossoming relationship with Felix.

Even when the guard brought up the incident, Y/N's response was brief and detached. "It's just one of those things, I guess," she said, trying to keep the conversation light.

Hwan, observing her nonchalant attitude, commented, "You seem pretty chill about the whole thing. Felix must've really helped you through it, huh?"

Y/N blushed slightly, choosing not to delve into the intimate details of her time with Felix. "Yeah, he's been amazing," she admitted.

"If he shows up tonight, I need to thank him for looking out for you," Hwan added, a tone of gratitude in his voice.

As if on cue, Felix entered the store, his demeanor one of contentment and happiness. He greeted the guard and Hwan warmly before making his way over to Y/N.

The guard, in a light-hearted attempt to ease the mood, teased, "Look out, everyone, here comes Mr. Knight in Shining Armor."

Hwan joined in with a laugh, giving Felix a friendly pat on the back. "Good to see you, man. We owe you one for keeping Y/N safe."

Felix, slightly bashful at the attention, smiled and nodded. "It's nothing. I'm just glad she's okay."

As Felix approached Y/N, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small box. "I got something for you," he said, his voice soft.

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise as Felix opened the box to reveal a beautiful necklace inside. The design was elegant and perfectly matched her style.

"Felix, it's gorgeous! You didn't have to do this," Y/N exclaimed, touched by the gesture.

Felix gently took the necklace out of the box. "I wanted to. Here, let me put it on you," he offered, his fingers deftly fastening the necklace around her neck.

As Y/N touched the necklace, now adorning her neck, she looked at Felix with a mix of affection and gratitude. "Thank you, Felix. I love it."

The rest of the night shift passed with an ease that had been missing for some time. Y/N's colleagues noticed the change in her, the lightness in her step, the frequent glances she and Felix exchanged. The store had a warm, almost festive atmosphere, with customers picking up on the positive vibe.

As closing time approached, Hwan nudged Y/N playfully. "You guys are too cute. It's like a romantic movie in here."

The guard chimed in, "Yeah, just make sure to invite us to the wedding, okay?"

Y/N laughed, a genuine, carefree sound that hadn't been heard in a while. "We'll see about that," she said, her eyes twinkling.

Y/N couldn't stop admiring the necklace Felix had given her, her heart fluttering with happiness. She walked close to him, her hand tightly clasped in his, the other arm wrapped around his. The gift was more than just an accessory; it felt like a physical representation of their growing relationship.

As they strolled through the quiet streets, Y/N chatted excitedly. "I still can't believe you got this for me, Felix. It's so beautiful, and it's just my style," she gushed, her eyes sparkling in the dim streetlight.

Felix smiled, happy to see her so elated. "I saw it and immediately thought of you. I'm glad you like it."

The conversation flowed easily until Felix, with a hint of nervousness in his voice, broached a new topic. "Y/N, I've been thinking... What would you say about moving in with me?"

Y/N's steps faltered, and she looked at him with wide eyes, taken aback by the question. "Moving in? With you?" she asked, a mix of surprise and contemplation in her voice.

"Yeah," Felix said, a hopeful note in his voice. "I mean, we've been spending so much time together, and I just thought it'd be nice to... you know, take the next step."

Y/N paused, weighing the idea. "Felix, it's a big step. I love spending time with you, and I love this," she said, touching the necklace, "but I'm also really attached to my apartment. And, well, I haven't even seen your place yet."

Felix's heart sank a little at her response, but he understood her hesitation. "Of course, I get it. It's a big decision. How about this - why don't you come over and see my place? You can take all the time you need to think about it. No pressure."

"That sounds fair," Y/N replied, her expression softening. "I'd like to see where you live. It'll help me make up my mind."

They continued their walk, the conversation shifting to lighter topics. Felix felt a twinge of disappointment but remained hopeful. Showing Y/N his apartment would be the perfect opportunity to bring her closer into his world.

As they reached Y/N's apartment, Felix gave her a gentle kiss. "Let me know when you want to come over. I'll make sure it's special."

Y/N nodded, her mind abuzz with thoughts about their future. "I will. Thanks, Felix. Tonight was really wonderful."

They said their goodbyes, and as Felix walked away, he couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and anxiety. His plan to have Y/N move in with him was set in motion, and he hoped it would only be a matter of time before she agreed. The next day, Y/N arranged to meet BangChan and Jeongin. She was eager to share the big news about Felix's proposal for her to move in with him, but she also carried a mix of excitement and uncertainty.

As they sat down at a local café, Y/N broached the subject. "So, Felix asked me to move in with him," she began, watching their reactions closely.

BangChan's face lit up with enthusiasm. "That's great news! Felix seems like a stand-up guy. Plus, it's nice to have another Aussie around," he said with a grin.

Jeongin, however, was more reserved. While he tried to appear supportive, there was a hint of skepticism in his expression. "It's a big step, Y/N. Are you sure about this?"

Y/N, feeling a bit defensive, replied, "I think so. Felix has been amazing, and after everything he's done for me..."

Jeongin's gaze then fell on the necklace Y/N was wearing. "That's a new piece, isn't it? It's not really your usual style," he observed, his curiosity piqued.

Y/N touched the necklace, a gift from Felix. "Yeah, Felix gave it to me last night. Isn't it beautiful?"

While BangChan admired the necklace, Jeongin scrutinized it more closely, a frown forming on his face. He couldn't shake off a feeling that there was something more to the pendant than met the eye.

Unknown to them, Felix was watching from a distance, his presence hidden. He listened intently, his expression darkening as he heard Jeongin's comments about the necklace.

The necklace, unknown to Y/N, contained a tracker. Felix had planted it to keep a close eye on her movements, a dark testament to his growing obsession and need for control.

Y/N, sensing Jeongin's unease, became defensive. "Jeongin, Felix is a good person. He's been nothing but kind and protective."

Jeongin, though concerned, tried to soften his stance. "I'm just looking out for you, Y/N. It's a big decision, that's all."

BangChan intervened, trying to defuse the tension. "Let's not worry too much right now. We're all here for you, Y/N, no matter what you decide."

As the conversation at the café continued, Felix discreetly left, his mind overwhelmed with thoughts of what he had to do. He hurried back to his apartment, determined to remove the traces of his obsession from the locked room.

Once inside his apartment, Felix approached the locked room with a sense of urgency. His expression was a blend of regret for what he had to let go and determination to move forward in his relationship with Y/N.

He began the painstaking process of dismantling his shrine. One by one, he took down the photographs of Y/N, each image a memory of his hidden surveillance. With each picture destroyed, Felix felt a part of his old obsession crumbling away. All the small items he had collected from Y/N over time were discarded, except for her scarf. He crafted a plausible story in his mind about how he came to have it, intending to return it to her under innocent pretenses.

Felix also took the time to clean the rest of his apartment, erasing any sign of the darker aspects of his life. The locked room was now bare, its purpose no longer necessary. He hid the scarf in a safe place, planning to reintroduce it to Y/N under a different light.

When Sunday arrived, Y/N came over to spend the day at Felix's place. Felix double-checked the apartment to ensure nothing was out of place. The only photos visible were recent ones of him and Y/N together, harmless reminders of their time as a couple.

Hearing a knock at the door, Felix's heart raced with anticipation. He opened the door with a bright, welcoming smile and greeted Y/N warmly. "Hey, Y/N! I'm so glad you could come. Welcome to my place," he said, stepping aside to let her in.

Y/N entered, looking around curiously. "Wow, Felix, your place is really nice," she commented, taking in the clean and orderly space.

Felix led her on a tour, showing her the living room, kitchen, and finally the bedroom. The room that once held his dark obsession was now just an ordinary space, its secrets carefully hidden away.

"So, what do you think?" Felix asked, hopeful.

Y/N smiled, genuinely impressed. "It's great, Felix. You have a lovely home."

As they settled in the living room, Felix felt a sense of relief. The day was unfolding smoothly, and the darkness of his past actions seemed to be fading away. He was determined to create new, happier memories with Y/N, memories untainted by the shadows of his obsession.

They spent the day together, enjoying each other's company, talking, laughing, and planning for the future. As the day turned into evening, Y/N felt more at ease, the comfort of Felix's home and his company making her consider the possibility of moving in with him more seriously.

Felix watched her throughout the day, his love for her mingling with an underlying fear of losing her. He knew he had crossed lines in the past, but now he finally had her by his side. That evening, Felix took charge of preparing dinner. As he busied himself in the kitchen, Y/N offered to help, echoing the question he had once asked her. Felix, however, insisted that she relax and enjoy her evening. "No need to lift a finger, Y/N. I've got this," he said with a reassuring smile.

Y/N, unable to sit still, began wandering around Felix's apartment, admiring its spaciousness and tasteful decor. Her curiosity was piqued when she came across a room with a key lock on the door. It seemed out of place in the otherwise open and welcoming apartment.

"Why is there a lock on this door?" Y/N asked, turning to Felix with a curious expression.

Felix, caught off guard, felt a surge of nervousness. "Oh, that? It's always been there since I moved in. Just a spare room, really. Haven't figured out what to do with it yet," he explained, trying to sound nonchalant.

Y/N nodded, accepting his explanation, but the locked door stayed in her mind as an odd detail.

Dinner was served, and Felix poured them each a glass of wine. His attempt to enjoy the wine ended in a comical grimace, causing Y/N to laugh. "It's okay, Felix. Not everyone's a wine person," she said, finding his reaction endearing.

"I'll stick to something less sophisticated," Felix joked, opting for a soft drink instead.

As the night wore on, Y/N realized it had gotten quite late. She mentioned that she should head back, but Felix suggested she stay over, citing the lateness of the hour. "It's late, and I don't like the thought of you walking back alone. Stay here, and I'll walk you back in the morning," he offered.

Y/N hesitated but then agreed, feeling comfortable and safe in Felix's presence. The topic of moving in came up again, and although Y/N was still unsure, Felix had an idea.

"What if you stayed for the whole weekend? Just to see how it feels living here with me," he suggested gently and hopefully.

Y/N considered the proposal, playing with the necklace Felix had given her. "That's actually a good idea. I'll give it a try," she said, a smile forming on her lips.

As Felix embraced Y/N, a sense of elation mixed with a darker satisfaction filled him. He pulled her into a long, passionate kiss, his hands gently squeezing her waist, drawing a soft moan from her lips. The intensity of their connection deepened with each moment, enveloping them in a world of their own.

Breathless, Felix momentarily pulled away, his gaze fixating on the necklace he had given Y/N. His eyes momentarily darkened, a hint of something more than just affection lurking in their depths. He gently lifted the necklace, admiring how it adorned her neck.

"Y/N, promise me you'll always wear this," he said in a low voice, laden with an unspoken meaning.

Y/N, blissfully unaware of the true nature of the necklace, nodded with a smile. "I love it, Felix. I'll only take it off for showers. It's too beautiful to get ruined," she promised, her voice filled with sincerity.

Hearing her promise, Felix's smile grew wider, a sense of possessiveness cloaked in the guise of affection. He drew her back into a kiss, their lips meeting with renewed fervor.

As their kiss deepened, Felix's touch grew more insistent, his hands exploring her with a growing intensity. Y/N was entirely caught up in the moment, oblivious to the subtle shift in Felix's demeanor.

"I can't believe how lucky I am to have you," Felix murmured against her lips, his voice a mix of tenderness and something more possessive. "You're mine, Y/N. Only mine."

His words sent shivers down her spine, her response a soft moan that encouraged him further. Felix's hands moved to the hem of her dress, slowly lifting it up and over her head, revealing her in the soft light of the room.

Gently, he carried her to his bedroom, laying her down with care. He hovered above her, his gaze admiring every curve and contour of her body. "You are breathtaking," he whispered, his lips tracing a path from her lips down her neck, eliciting soft gasps and whispered pleas from Y/N.

Y/N's fingers tangled in his hair, her voice filled with desire as she called out his name. "Felix, I... I need you."

The night evolved into a whirlwind of passion and intimacy, their connection growing more intense with each caress, each whispered declaration of need and desire.

Later, as they lay entwined in the aftermath, Y/N felt a deep sense of connection to Felix, mistaking his possessiveness for profound love and care. Felix, on the other hand, reveled in the control he felt over her, his actions driven by an obsession masked as affection.

Their relationship was evolving into a complex web of love, trust, and manipulation. Felix's veneer of protection and care for Y/N was slowly ensnaring her in a situation where her affection for him was becoming entangled with his increasingly controlling behavior. It was a dangerous path, one where affection and dependency blurred the lines, leading them deeper into a world where true intentions and emotions were dangerously obscured.

The weekend Y/N spent at Felix's place felt like a blissful escape from reality. She was so enamored by the experience that she texted her friends about her decision to move in with Felix permanently. Her friends, especially BangChan, were thrilled. "That's amazing, Y/N! Felix seems like a great guy, and you two are so good together," BangChan responded enthusiastically.

However, Jeongin harbored reservations. Despite his efforts to appear supportive, a sense of unease about Felix lingered in his mind. It was something about Felix's demeanor, the way he seamlessly blended into their group, that didn't quite sit right with him.

When they all went out to celebrate, Felix was charming and sociable, effortlessly fitting in with Y/N's friends. Yet, Jeongin couldn't help but feel there was something off. He found himself frequently glancing at Felix, analyzing his interactions and laughter, which seemed almost too perfect.

Felix, perceptive as ever, noticed Jeongin's glances. He turned to him, offering a reassuring smile while keeping his arm wrapped gently but firmly around Y/N's waist.

As the night progressed, Jeongin's discomfort grew. Eventually, he couldn't keep his concerns to himself any longer. He pulled Felix aside, away from the group, under the pretense of a casual chat.

"Listen, Felix," Jeongin began, trying to sound casual but with an underlying firmness. "I'm happy for Y/N, and I get that she's really into you. But we all care about her a lot, you know? Just make sure you treat her right."

Felix's expression remained calm, but there was a glint in his eye that suggested he understood the true nature of Jeongin's words. "Jeongin, I appreciate your concern. Y/N means the world to me. I'd never do anything to hurt her," he replied, his tone smooth yet carrying an unspoken warning.

Jeongin met Felix's gaze, trying to read the man before him. "Good. Because if anything happens to her, if she's not happy, we'll have a problem," he stated, his voice low but serious.

Felix nodded, a cold smile playing on his lips. "Understood. But trust me, Y/N's happiness is my top priority."

As they rejoined the group, Jeongin couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to Felix than met the eye. His smile seemed genuine, but his eyes held a darkness that Jeongin found unsettling.

The celebration continued, but the interaction between Felix and Jeongin cast a subtle shadow over the festivities. Y/N, blissfully unaware of the exchange, enjoyed the evening, feeling loved and supported by both Felix and her friends.

Back at Felix's apartment later that night, as Y/N slept peacefully, Felix lay awake, his thoughts dark and swirling. He knew Jeongin suspected something, and that could be a problem. Felix's mind raced with plans and contingencies, determined to keep Y/N close and to maintain the carefully constructed facade of their perfect relationship. His obsession with Y/N had reached a point where any threat, real or perceived, would be dealt with swiftly and decisively.

In the heart of the city, under the guise of a normal evening, the dynamics among friends were shifting, veering towards a path none could have predicted. Felix, with his polished charm and a smile that never seemed to falter, was the center of admiration among Y/N's friends, all except for Jeongin. His intuition screamed that something was amiss, a sentiment that grew stronger with each passing day. Jeongin's observations of Felix had morphed into a silent vigil, his distrust simmering beneath a facade of cordiality.

It wasn't long before Y/N sensed the tension, the unspoken accusations that Jeongin harbored against Felix. She arranged to meet with Jeongin, hoping to bridge the growing divide, unaware of the depth of Jeongin's concerns. BangChan, ever the peacemaker, joined them, believing he could mend the fractures in their friendship.

As they settled into the conversation, Jeongin wasted no time unveiling his unease. "Y/N, I have to be honest with you. There's something off about Felix. He's too perfect, too calculated. It doesn't sit right with me," Jeongin confessed, his gaze locked onto hers, searching for understanding.

Y/N's heart sank. "Jeongin, why can't you see the good in him? He's been nothing but kind and loving. How can you question his intentions?" she retorted, her voice laced with disappointment and disbelief.

BangChan chimed in, hoping to diffuse the tension. "Jeongin, maybe you're just seeing things. Felix is a great guy. You're making it into something it's not," he attempted to reason, his words aimed at restoring peace.

But Jeongin was resolute, driven by a conviction that something darker lurked beneath Felix's surface. "No, it's not just a feeling. Don't you find it strange how protective he is? How he always needs to be close to Y/N, as if he's afraid she'll disappear?" Jeongin pressed on, his concerns spilling out, unchecked.

Y/N felt torn, her loyalty to Felix clashing with her friendship with Jeongin. "Jeongin, he's just being protective. He cares about me," she defended, her voice quivering with emotion.

Jeongin sighed, a weighty realization pressing upon him. "Y/N, there's a difference between protection and possession. Felix's attachment to you... it's obsessive. And after that incident with the group that harassed you, how quickly they... disappeared. Doesn't that make you wonder?" Jeongin urged, his voice a mix of worry and desperation.

The conversation took a turn, with Jeongin teetering on the brink of a confession, his feelings for Y/N nearly surfacing. "I just... I care about you, more than you know," he stumbled, catching himself before his emotions could betray him further.

As they parted ways, a hug exchanged in the dim light of the evening, neither noticed the shadow that followed. Felix, his heart a tumult of fear and rage, had overheard every word. Jeongin's nearly confessed feelings for Y/N and his persistent doubts about Felix's character were a threat that Felix could not ignore.

Jeongin's mind was a whirlwind of concern and suspicion as he navigated the dimly lit streets, his recent confrontation with Felix replaying over and over. The chill of the night air did little to cool the heat of his frustration. So deep in thought was he that he failed to notice the silent figure tailing him, blending into the darkness with predatory ease.

The abruptness of being slammed against the wall jolted Jeongin to the present. Panic surged as a cold blade pressed against his chest, the sharp point a stark contrast to the warmth of his skin. His eyes, wide with fear, met Felix's, but what he saw wasn't the man Y/N had fallen for. This Felix was a stranger, his gaze burning with an intensity that bordered on madness.

"Felix, what... what are you doing?" Jeongin's voice was barely a whisper, his disbelief palpable.

"You've always been in the way, Jeongin. Always watching, doubting, questioning," Felix hissed, his voice laced with venom. "I can't have you ruining everything I've worked for. Y/N is mine, and you... you're just a problem that needs to be removed."

Jeongin's struggle was futile against Felix's unexpected strength. "Please, Felix, think about this. You don't have to do this," he pleaded, desperation coloring his tone.

"Sorry, Jeongin. I've thought about this plenty. You leave me no choice." With those final words, Felix drove the knife home, watching as the light faded from Jeongin's eyes, his body going limp in his grasp.

As Felix stepped away, leaving Jeongin's lifeless form in the alley, a chilling calm settled over him. He took a moment to catch his breath, the rush of his actions pulsing through him like a dark heartbeat. The deed was done. Jeongin, the obstacle to his perfect future with Y/N, was gone forever.

Felix merged back into the shadows, his steps quick but measured as he made his way home. The city around him buzzed with the ignorance of the night's events, an eerie backdrop to the grim tableau he had left behind.

Upon reaching the safety of his shared home with Y/N, Felix slipped through the door, his expression carefully neutral. Y/N greeted him with a smile, blissfully unaware of the darkness that clung to him like a second skin.

"Hey, you're back! I missed you," Y/N said, her voice a soothing balm to the turmoil inside him.

Felix forced a smile, his heart heavy with the secret he now carried. "Yeah, I'm back. Missed you too," he replied, wrapping his arms around her in a hug that was both an embrace and a plea for absolution.

The night wore on, with Felix playing his part perfectly, the loving partner, all the while the shadow of his actions loomed large, a dark specter over their seemingly perfect life. The next day, Felix was sorting through his apartment, feigning a casual air as he "stumbled upon" the key to the locked room that once housed his shrine to Y/N. With calculated nonchalance, he presented the key to her, a playful grin dancing on his lips.

"Look what I found," he announced, holding up the key with mock surprise. "Should we see what's behind that door?"

Y/N's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she approached, her interest piqued by the mystery. "Definitely!" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with excitement.

Together, they unlocked the door, revealing the barren room within. Y/N's suggestion of turning it into a spare bedroom sparked a brief discussion about home renovations, their conversation peppered with laughter and playful banter.

Felix's hand found its way to Y/N's stomach, a silent promise of future plans and shared dreams. "Maybe someday," he murmured, his tone laced with warmth and affection.

Y/N's giggle filled the room, her eyes alight with joy. "Slow down, tiger," she teased, playfully pushing his hand away.

A few days later, the news of Jeongin's death shattered the fragile bubble of their happiness. Y/N's tears flowed freely as she mourned the loss of her childhood friend, her grief palpable in the air.

Felix stood by her side, his heart heavy with guilt and excitement in equal measure. "I'm so sorry, Y/N," he whispered, his arms wrapping around her trembling form. "Jeongin was incredible."

Y/N's sobs echoed in the room as Felix held her close, his mind racing with a mixture of emotions. "You're safe with me, Y/N," he vowed softly, his words a promise tinged with darkness.

In the days that followed, their life together unfolded like a bittersweet symphony, harmonizing moments of joy with whispers of darkness. Felix embraced his role as Y/N's steadfast companion, a silent guardian in the shadows of her world. At Jeongin’s funeral, their tears mingled, a testament to their shared grief.

But when Y/N expressed a desire for solitude at Jeongin's grave, Felix's heart clenched with unease. BangChan's voice broke the silence, offering a gentle reminder to respect Y/N's need for space.

"Hey, man, give her some time," BangChan said, his voice soft but firm. "She's hurting, and she needs to process this."

Felix nodded reluctantly, his gaze following Y/N's retreating figure. "Yeah, you're right," he replied, his tone tinged with apprehension. "I'll give her some space."

As Felix and BangChan stood in silence, another figure approached, their footsteps echoing in the quiet cemetery. It was Beomgyu, Jeongin's longtime friend. Y/N's eyes met Beomgyu's, a silent understanding passing between them.

"Hey," Beomgyu said softly, his voice choked with emotion. "I'm so sorry for your loss."

Y/N nodded, her own tears threatening to spill over. "Thank you," she whispered, reaching out to embrace him.

Felix's jaw tightened as he watched the exchange, a surge of jealousy coursing through him. He couldn't bear to see another man comfort Y/N, not when she was his.

BangChan noticed Felix's reaction and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "It's okay, man," he said quietly. "Beomgyu was Jeongin's friend too. We're all grieving."

Felix forced a tight smile, his eyes never leaving Y/N and Beomgyu. "Yeah, you're right," he muttered, his voice strained. "Thanks, BangChan."

As Y/N and Beomgyu shared a moment of solace, Felix's mind churned with a mixture of doubt and insecurity. He felt a pang of jealousy seeing Beomgyu offering comfort to Y/N, a feeling he tried to suppress but couldn't ignore. The thought of losing her to someone else gnawed at him like a festering wound, fueling his inner turmoil.

Watching them from a distance, Felix's facade of composure began to crack under the weight of his emotions. He knew he had to be there for Y/N, to support her in her time of need, but the sight of Beomgyu's comforting gesture stirred up a storm of jealousy within him. It was a reminder of the uncertainty that lingered in their relationship, the fear of losing her to someone who could offer her more than he ever could.

After a while, BangChan and Felix approached Y/N and Beomgyu, their presence breaking the silence that hung in the air. Y/N and Beomgyu pulled away from each other, but their arms lingered, a silent testament to the bond they shared in their grief.

Hey, everything okay?” BangChan’s voice broke the silence, his concern evident in his tone as he approached Beomgyu. He patted Beomgyu’s back, offering a reassuring gesture of solidarity.

Beomgyu's gaze shifted to Felix, his eyes betraying a hint of suspicion as he replied, "I'm coping, I guess. It's just hard to believe that Jeongin's gone."

Felix's jaw tightened at Beomgyu's words, a surge of resentment rising within him. He knew that Jeongin had confided in Beomgyu about their relationship, about his trust in Felix. And now, with Jeongin gone, Beomgyu's presence felt like a threat, a reminder of the fragility of their bond.

As Beomgyu's eyes flickered between Y/N and Felix, a silent tension hung in the air, a palpable reminder of the darkness that lurked beneath the surface. Felix could feel the weight of Beomgyu's scrutiny, the unspoken challenge that passed between them.

But amidst the tension, Y/N stood between them, her presence a beacon of light in the darkness. She reached for Felix's hand, her touch grounding him in the present moment. "We'll get through this together," she said softly, her eyes meeting his with unwavering determination.

Felix forced a tight smile, his heart heavy with the weight of his insecurities. "Yeah, we will," he replied, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "We'll always be there for each other."

Felix's mind was a tumultuous sea of doubt and insecurity, his thoughts swirling like dark storm clouds on the horizon. Beomgyu's presence felt like a shadow looming over their relationship, casting a pall of uncertainty on their future together.

Standing together, the silence between Felix and Beomgyu crackled with unspoken tension, a silent battle raging beneath the surface for Y/N's affections. Each locked gaze held a myriad of emotions, from resentment to determination, as they vied for dominance in Y/N's heart.

As days turned into weeks, Felix found himself increasingly on edge, the whispers of doubt and suspicion swirling around him like a gathering storm. The conflicting reports surrounding Jeongin's death only added fuel to the fire, leaving Felix feeling like a man walking on a tightrope over a chasm of uncertainty.

His unease only grew as he observed the growing closeness between Beomgyu and Y/N. The constant barrage of messages on Y/N's phone from Beomgyu felt like a dagger to Felix's heart, each notification a painful reminder of his own insecurities.

One day, while out shopping with Y/N, Felix's patience reached its breaking point. A stranger approached, his smooth words dripping with insincerity as he attempted to charm Y/N with compliments. Despite her polite attempts to deflect his advances, the stranger persisted, his persistence fueling Felix's growing anger.

With a forced smile masking his simmering rage, Felix stepped forward, wrapping his arms protectively around Y/N. "She's with me," he declared firmly, his voice laced with an underlying threat.

His smile remained fixed, but his eyes burned with intensity as he held Y/N close, a silent warning to the persistent stranger.

Unseen by Y/N, the stranger's demeanor shifted as his gaze met Felix's, a silent acknowledgment of the simmering tension between them. In that moment, Felix knew that the fight for Y/N's heart was far from over, and he was determined to emerge victorious, no matter the cost.

Beomgyu sat in his room, the weight of his suspicions pressing heavily on his mind. He knew he couldn't ignore the nagging feeling any longer. With a deep breath, he picked up his phone and dialed BangChan's number.

"Hey, BangChan," Beomgyu greeted, his voice tense with apprehension. "Can we talk? It's about Felix."

BangChan's voice came through the phone, warm and familiar. "Of course, Beomgyu. What's on your mind?"

"It's just... I've been feeling really uneasy about Felix lately," Beomgyu admitted, his words coming out in a rush. "I know you trust him, but there's something about him that doesn't sit right with me."

There was a pause on the other end of the line before BangChan responded. "I understand where you're coming from, Beomgyu, but Felix has always been nothing but kind to us. Are you sure you're not just overthinking things?"

Beomgyu sighed, frustration evident in his voice. "I wish I could believe that, but I can't shake this feeling. Something about Felix just feels... off."

BangChan's voice softened with understanding. "I get it, Beomgyu. I'll keep an eye out, okay? But try not to stress too much. We don't want to jump to conclusions."

After ending the call with BangChan, Beomgyu knew he couldn't rely on others to validate his suspicions. He needed to gather more evidence on his own. So, he reached out to Y/N's other friends, hoping they might share his concerns about Felix.

"Hey, guys," Beomgyu greeted as he met up with Yeonjun, Chanbin, and Wooyoung. "I need to talk to you about something important."

As he shared his concerns about Felix, Beomgyu watched their reactions closely, hoping to find some validation for his suspicions. But to his dismay, they all echoed BangChan's sentiments, unable to see Felix as anything other than the caring partner he appeared to be.

Feeling defeated, Beomgyu retreated to his room, his mind swirling with doubts and questions. He couldn't shake the memory of Jeongin's suspicions, or the feelings he himself had harbored for Y/N. It was a tangled web of emotions, and Beomgyu felt hopelessly trapped in the middle of it all.

Determined to uncover the truth, Beomgyu turned to the internet, scouring social media and news articles for any hint of Felix's past. But no matter how hard he searched, there was nothing. Felix seemed to have no history, no online presence to speak of.

Frustrated and feeling like a stalker, Beomgyu knew he needed to approach this from a different angle. Instead of digging for information, he needed to find a way to trigger Felix, to see if he could reveal his true colour’s.

Beomgyu, determined to set his plan in motion, reached out to y/n once again. They had never really spent time together unless Jeongin was the instigator, making this their first one-on-one hangout.

It could feel awkward due to this dynamic, but Beomgyu justified it by suggesting it would be nice to catch up after Jeongin’s passing, to see how they were both coping.

“It’s been too long since we hung out, just the two of us,” Beomgyu said over the phone, his voice tinged with excitement.

Y/N hesitated, surprised by the invitation. “Yeah, it has been a while. But with everything that’s happened…”

“It might be good for us to catch up, you know, after Jeongin’s passing,” Beomgyu interjected, trying to ease the tension. “Just to see how we’re both doing.”

Y/N was taken aback by the invitation but found the idea of meeting up appealing. So, they coordinated a day, time, and place to meet. On the appointed day, y/n informed Felix of her plans, eliciting a subtle flinch and a sharp look from him.

“You sure you want to go alone?” Felix asked, his brow furrowing with concern.

Y/N nodded, offering a reassuring smile. “It’s just a catch-up, Felix. Nothing more.”

Felix sighed, relenting with a nod. “Okay, just… be careful, alright?”

Y/N leaned in, planting a kiss on his lips. “I will, I promise.”

As y/n left, Felix’s demeanor turned dark and brooding. He paused for a moment before retrieving his phone, activating the tracker on y/n’s necklace to monitor her whereabouts. After fifteen tense minutes, he decided to follow her.

Y/N met Beomgyu with a warm hug, the tension of the moment melting away as they strolled down the street in search of a café. They reminisced about fond memories and shared laughs.

“It’s good to see you, Beomgyu. I’ve missed this,” y/n admitted, a nostalgic smile gracing her lips.

Beomgyu returned the smile, his eyes reflecting genuine warmth. “Me too. It’s been too long.”

Hours flew by as they delved into conversation, Beomgyu smoothly segueing into asking about y/n’s relationship with Felix.

“So, how did you two meet?” Beomgyu inquired, his tone casual yet curious.

Y/N took a sip of her coffee, a nostalgic smile gracing her lips as she began recounting her first encounters with Felix. "Well, it all started at my night shift at work," she began, her eyes glimmering with reminiscence. "Felix was a regular during the evenings. Always came in, got his coffee, and had a quick chat with me."

Beomgyu leaned in, his curiosity piqued. "And then?"

"And then," Y/N continued, "there was this one time when I had to cover a morning shift. I didn't expect to see Felix there, but he showed up. That's when we started meeting outside of my work."

Beomgyu furrowed his brows, processing the information. "He seems quite persistent," he remarked, his tone tinged with skepticism.

Y/N nodded, acknowledging his observation. "He is, but in a good way. Felix is just... genuinely nice, you know? He's funny, charming, and always knows how to make me laugh."

Beomgyu couldn't shake off his unease, despite Y/N's reassurances. "It all sounds a bit too perfect, don't you think?" he questioned, his voice tinged with concern.

Y/N's smile faltered for a moment, sensing Beomgyu's hesitation. "I understand your concerns, but Felix has always been there for me," she explained earnestly. "He's helped me out of some tough situations, especially when I was with Hwan and the guard during our night shifts."

Beomgyu sighed, still unconvinced. "It just seems... off," he admitted, voicing his doubts. "And what about Jeongin? He never trusted Felix, and now he's..."

Y/N's expression darkened, her mind drifting to Jeongin's untimely demise. "I know," she whispered, a pang of sorrow gripping her heart. "It's all so sudden, so... strange."

Meanwhile, hidden a few feet away, Felix listened intently to their conversation, his mind racing with a mix of emotions. As Beomgyu leaned in closer, his voice barely above a whisper, he pleaded with Y/N to trust him. "I know this is hard to hear, but you need to listen to me," he urged, his eyes searching hers for understanding. "There's something off about Felix, something that doesn't add up. I have a plan to uncover the truth, but I need your cooperation."

Y/N's heart raced, a mixture of fear and confusion clouding her thoughts. "I don't know, Beomgyu," she confessed, her voice trembling slightly. "I love Felix, I really do. The thought of him being... bad, it's just too much to bear."

Beomgyu reached out, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "I understand, Y/N. But we can't ignore the signs, not after what happened to Jeongin," he insisted, his tone grave. "Please, just trust me on this."

After their coffee, Beomgyu and Y/N decided to take a stroll, the weight of their conversation lingering between them. As the sun began to set, casting an orange glow over the city streets, they paused, their eyes meeting in silent understanding.

"It's getting late," Beomgyu remarked, a sense of urgency in his voice. "I should head home."

Y/N nodded, a sense of unease settling over her. "Thank you for today, Beomgyu. I'll... I'll think about what you said."

As Beomgyu made his way home, a strange sensation washed over him, like he was being watched. His heart pounded in his chest as he quickened his pace, his senses on high alert. Finally reaching his street, he turned the corner, only to find himself face to face with Felix, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. Felix’s features were obscured by the shadows, but his eyes gleamed with an unsettling intensity.

Felix’s smirk widened at Beomgyu’s approach, his gaze piercing. “Well, well, well, look who decided to show up,” he sneered, his voice dripping with disdain. “What’s the matter, Beomgyu? Lost your way home?”

Beomgyu squared his shoulders, refusing to back down. “I know what you’re up to, Felix,” he declared, his tone firm. “You may have everyone else fooled, but not me. Not Jeongin.”

Felix’s smirk faltered for a moment before he regained his composure, his eyes narrowing. “And what exactly do you think you know, Beomgyu?” he shot back, his voice laced with malice. “You’re just a pawn in this game, nothing more.”

Beomgyu chuckled darkly, his hands raised in a mocking gesture of surrender. “Oh, I’m well aware of my role, Felix,” he retorted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “But unlike the others, I can’t be manipulated so easily. Jeongin saw through you, and so do I.”

Felix’s expression darkened, his grip tightening into fists at his sides. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Beomgyu,” he warned, his voice low and threatening. “But mark my words, you’ll regret crossing me.”

Beomgyu met Felix’s gaze head-on, his own eyes blazing with defiance. “We’ll see about that,” he shot back, his voice steely with determination. “Because I’m not backing down until I uncover the truth about you, Felix. Not for Jeongin’s sake, and certainly not for yours.”

Felix's voice was cold and devoid of remorse as he stared down Beomgyu, his words dripping with venom. "Y/n belongs to me, and me alone," he declared, his tone sending shivers down Beomgyu's spine. "Anyone who dares to come between us or poses a threat to our relationship will face the consequences. No one will take y/n away from me, not now, not ever."

Beomgyu's eyes widened in shock at Felix's chilling proclamation. "So it was you who killed Jeongin?" he blurted out, his voice trembling with disbelief. "He didn't like you, You found out about his feelings for y/n, and you just..." Beomgyu's words trailed off, unable to comprehend the depths of Felix's depravity.

Felix's expression hardened at the accusation, but he didn't flinch. "Jeongin was a threat," he stated flatly, his grip tightening on the hidden knife in his pocket. "And now you're becoming one too, Beomgyu."

Beomgyu's heart raced as he realized the danger he was in, but he refused to back down. "Do you even feel any shame or regret?" he pressed, his voice shaking with a mixture of fear and defiance.

A sinister smile curled at the corners of Felix's lips, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Of course, I do," he admitted, his voice low and menacing. "But y/n is mine, and if I can't have her, then no one can. That includes you, Beomgyu."

Beomgyu's blood ran cold at Felix's words, the gravity of the situation sinking in. He knew he was staring into the eyes of a dangerous man, one capable of unspeakable acts in the name of love. But Beomgyu refused to cower in fear. "You won't get away with this, Felix," he vowed, his voice trembling but resolute. "I'll make sure of it."

In the dimly lit alley, Felix’s eyes flickered to a coil of rope lying nearby as Beomgyu turned to leave. In one swift motion, he lunged forward, seizing the rope and rushing toward Beomgyu with a predatory gleam in his eyes.

Beomgyu barely had time to react before Felix’s foot connected with his back, sending him crashing to the ground. Gasping for air, Beomgyu struggled to free himself as Felix advanced, his movements calculated and precise.

With a grim determination, Felix looped the rope around Beomgyu’s neck, his hands working deftly as he fashioned it into a noose knot. Beomgyu’s panicked gasps grew more frantic as Felix tightened the rope, his voice a hoarse whisper of desperation.

“Don’t do this, Felix,” Beomgyu pleaded, his voice strained and choked. “Please, just let me go.”

But Felix’s grip only tightened, his expression void of mercy as he leaned in close, his breath hot against Beomgyu’s ear. “I told you, Beomgyu,” he hissed, his voice laced with malice. “No one crosses me and gets away with it.”

Beomgyu’s struggles grew weaker as Felix’s hold on the rope tightened, cutting off his air supply. Panic surged through him as he fought for breath, the world growing hazy around him. In a last-ditch effort, he reached out, clawing at Felix’s arm in a desperate plea for mercy.

But Felix’s resolve remained unyielding as he stared down at Beomgyu with cold, unflinching eyes. “This is your warning,” he growled, his grip tightening ever further. “Cross me again, and next time, I won’t hesitate.”

Beomgyu struggled to draw breath, his fingers clawing at the rope around his neck as panic surged through him. He gazed up at Felix, his eyes wide with fear and disbelief. "You... you're sick," he managed to choke out, his voice strained and trembling.

Felix's expression contorted with a mixture of rage and desperation as he knelt beside Beomgyu, his grip on the rope tightening. "No, Beomgyu, you don't understand," he insisted, his voice strained. "I'm doing this for y/n. Can't you see? She's everything to me."

Beomgyu shook his head weakly, his chest heaving with the effort to breathe. "This isn't love, Felix," he gasped, his voice barely above a whisper. "This is obsession. You need help."

Felix's eyes flashed with fury, his fingers trembling as he fought to maintain his grip on the rope. "You don't know anything about us," he spat, his voice laced with venom. "You never understood what we had."

Beomgyu's vision blurred as darkness threatened to overtake him. "I don't need to understand," he rasped, his voice growing weaker by the second. "All I know is that this isn't right. Y/n deserves better."

Felix's grip faltered for a moment, a flicker of doubt crossing his face before being replaced by a fierce determination. "No one will come between us," he vowed, his voice cold and unyielding. "Not you, not anyone."

As Felix wrestled with Beomgyu, his focus solely on the man before him, he remained oblivious to Y/N's presence, hidden nearby. Her heart raced with a tumult of emotions—fear for Beomgyu's safety, horror at Felix's actions, and love for the man she believed Felix to be.

Summoning her courage, Y/N stepped forward, her voice trembling as she cried out to Felix, pleading with him to stop. "Felix, please! Let him go!" Her words echoed in the tense air, desperation lacing her tone as she rushed towards them, her hands outstretched in a futile attempt to intervene.

Felix's eyes widened in surprise as he turned to see Y/N standing there, her expression a mixture of disbelief and anguish. The madness in his own gaze wavered, his grip on Beomgyu loosening slightly as he registered her presence. Beomgyu gasped for air, grateful for the brief respite from Felix's choking hold.

"Love, what are you doing here?" Felix's voice was strained, confusion evident in his tone as he struggled to comprehend the situation unfolding before him.

Y/N's voice trembled as she continued to plead with him, her eyes filled with tears. "Felix, please, stop this. Why are you doing this? Why are you trying to hurt him?" Her words were a desperate plea for answers, her mind reeling with confusion and disbelief.

Felix opened his mouth to respond, “Y/N I-“ but before he could utter a word, Y/N rushed forward, her lips meeting his in a desperate, passionate kiss.

It was a gambit, a desperate attempt to throw him off balance, to distract him from his violent intentions towards Beomgyu.

Their lips met in a whirlwind of emotion, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. Y/N felt a surge of conflicting feelings coursing through her—fear for Beomgyu’s safety, uncertainty about Felix’s actions, and a glimmer of hope that this kiss could somehow reach the Felix she knew and loved, the one who had always been her protector and confidant.

"Stop, Felix, please," Y/N pleaded, her voice trembling with fear and desperation. "Let him go. This isn't you."

The kiss was deep and passionate, but beneath the surface, Y/N felt a sense of unease. She clung to Felix, hoping her touch could somehow reach the part of him that was still human.

"Felix, listen to me," Y/N whispered, her words barely audible against his lips. "You're not a killer. You're better than this."

Felix's arms tightened around her, but his grip faltered slightly as her words pierced through the darkness clouding his mind. "Y/N," he murmured, his voice strained with conflicting emotions. "I can't lose you. I'll do anything to protect you."

Beomgyu's gasps for air grew louder, more desperate, as he weakly removed the rope from his neck. His vision blurred with tears as he watched the scene unfold before him, powerless to intervene.

"Felix, please," Beomgyu managed to choke out, his voice trembling with fear. "Don't let this consume you. You're stronger than this."

But Felix's gaze remained fixed on Y/N, his love for her warring with the darkness within him. "I won't let anyone take you away from me," he declared, his voice tinged with desperation.

Beomgyu's heart raced with fear as he watched Felix's grip tighten around Y/N, his mind racing for a way to break through to him before it was too late. Felix's grip on Y/N tightened as he dragged her away, his eyes burning with a possessive intensity. "You belong to me, Y/N," he growled, his voice laced with both obsession and desperation. "No one will ever come between us."

Y/N's heart pounded with fear as she pleaded with Beomgyu, her voice shaking with terror. "Please, Beomgyu, don't say anything," she begged, her eyes wide with panic. "I don't want anyone else to get hurt because of me."

Beomgyu watched helplessly as Felix led Y/N away, a sinking feeling settling in the pit of his stomach. He knew he had to find a way to stop Felix before it was too late, but the fear of what Felix might do held him rooted to the spot.

Felix slammed the door shut behind them, the sound echoing through the empty hallway like a death knell. He dragged Y/N into a dimly lit room, the shadows dancing ominously around them.

Y/N's heart sank as Felix shoved her into the darkness, the cold walls closing in around her. She could feel his eyes on her, burning into her skin with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine.

As Felix tied her up with the red scarf, Y/N's mind raced with fear and confusion. "Why are you doing this, Felix?" she whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks. "What have I done to deserve this?"

Felix's expression softened slightly as he gazed at her, a mixture of love and madness swirling in his eyes. "I'm doing this for us, Y/N," he murmured, his voice tinged with desperation. "So that no one can come between us ever again."

Y/N's heart ached with sadness as she realized the depth of Felix's obsession with her. "But Felix," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper, "this isn't love. This is control."

Felix's grip tightened on her, his eyes flashing with anger. "You don't understand, Y/N," he snapped, his voice tinged with frustration. "I'm doing this to protect you, to keep you safe from anyone who might try to take you away from me."

Felix's words echoed in the dimly lit room, mingling with the tension that hung heavy in the air. "You'll stay here until you understand," he reiterated, his voice a mixture of determination and desperation. "Until you understand why I had to do what I did."

Y/N's heart sank as she absorbed his words, her mind reeling with confusion and fear. "But Felix, I don't understand," she pleaded, her voice trembling. "Why did you... why did you do those things?"

Felix's gaze softened momentarily as he looked at her, a flicker of regret crossing his features before he hardened once again. "Because I had to protect you, Y/N," he explained, his voice tinged with desperation. "I couldn't let anyone hurt you, not after everything we've been through."

Y/N's eyes brimmed with tears as she shook her head in disbelief. "But killing those men, and Jeongin... it's not right, Felix," she whispered, her voice barely above a whimper. "I can't understand why you would do such things."

Felix's jaw clenched as he fought to contain his emotions. "I did it for us, Y/N," he insisted, his voice tinged with urgency. "To ensure that no one could come between us. To keep you safe."

Y/N's heart ached as she looked at him, her mind struggling to comprehend the depth of his actions. "I love you, Felix," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "But this... locking me up like this, it's not love."

Felix's eyes softened momentarily as he reached out to brush a tear from her cheek. "It's the only way, Y/N," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "To ensure that we can be together forever."

Y/N's heart shattered as she watched him turn away, his footsteps echoing in the silence as he walked out of the room. She was alone, bound by his love and imprisoned by his actions, lost in a sea of confusion and despair. The days stretched into weeks, and y/n remained trapped in the suffocating confines of the apartment, confined to that dark, desolate room. The air hung heavy with dread, a palpable sense of fear permeating every corner.

Beomgyu's silence weighed heavily on y/n's mind, a constant reminder of the darkness that lurked just beyond the walls. She could feel his presence, a silent specter haunting her every thought.

Meanwhile, y/n's friends continued to visit, oblivious to the horrors that lay hidden beneath the surface. Felix held her close, his touch a suffocating reminder of the prison she found herself trapped in.

As the weeks turned into months, the memory of what had transpired between y/n, Felix, and Beomgyu began to fade, replaced by a facade of normalcy. But beneath the surface, the darkness lingered, a constant reminder of the horrors that had unfolded.

Despite the whispers of doubt that echoed in the recesses of her mind, y/n remained steadfast in her love for Felix. She couldn't bear to leave him, couldn't imagine a life without him by her side.

And so, she remained trapped in that dark, suffocating apartment, her love for Felix eclipsing the fear that threatened to consume her whole.

As y/n's friends visited once again, the atmosphere seemed strangely normal, belying the darkness that lurked just beneath the surface. BangChan, ever the jokester, couldn't resist poking fun at the empty room, suggesting it could be turned into a nursery for a future addition to the family.

"Come on, you two lovebirds," BangChan chuckled, nudging Felix playfully. "You've got the perfect setup here for a little one."

The suggestion elicited laughter from Yeonjun, Chanbin, and Wooyoung, their joviality masking the underlying tension that lingered in the air.

Felix joined in the laughter, his eyes twinkling with a hint of their former brightness. "Maybe one day," he said, squeezing y/n's hand affectionately.

Y/n giggled, her laughter tinged with a sense of innocence that belied the horrors she had endured. "Yeah, maybe one day," she echoed, her voice filled with unwavering love and devotion for Felix.

But amidst the laughter and jest, Beomgyu remained silent, his laughter forced and hollow. Despite y/n's apparent calmness, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at him from within.

The conversation shifted, and the room filled with nervous laughter, each chuckle echoing like a sinister omen. Beomgyu's eyes couldn't help but linger on y/n, his heart pounding with concern for her safety. Despite her outward composure, he sensed a dark shadow looming over her, a silent menace waiting to pounce.

Felix, ever perceptive, noticed Beomgyu's unease. While y/n chatted with BangChan and the others, Felix approached Beomgyu, a sly smile playing on his lips, betraying his sinister intentions.

"You seem troubled, Beomgyu," Felix remarked, his voice dripping with malice. "Is it our dear y/n that worries you? She's changed, hasn't she? But fear not, my friend, she's in good hands."

Beomgyu's jaw tightened, his gaze hardening as he met Felix's sinister stare. "What have you done to her?" he demanded, his voice barely concealing his anger.

Felix's smile widened, his eyes gleaming with a darkness that sent shivers down Beomgyu's spine. "I've merely shown her my love and affection, like I always have,” Felix replied cryptically. "And as for you, Beomgyu, remember your promise. Keep silent, or face the consequences."

Beomgyu's fists clenched at his sides, his resolve hardening. "I'll never stop watching you, Felix," he vowed, his voice laced with determination. "And I'll protect y/n from whatever darkness you've unleashed."

Felix's gaze turned icy, his smile morphing into a chilling smirk. "Oh, Beomgyu," he taunted, his voice low and menacing. "You underestimate me. If I can't have y/n, no one will. And I won't hesitate to silence anyone who gets in my way, not even you."

As Felix approached y/n, his eyes gleaming with possessiveness, Beomgyu's heart sank. He could sense the darkness enveloping y/n, consuming her with every passing moment. Despite his growing unease, Beomgyu knew there was nothing he could do to save her from Felix's clutches.

BangChan, Yeonjun, Chanbin, and Wooyoung welcomed Felix with open arms, oblivious to the danger lurking beneath his charming facade. Beomgyu forced a smile and joined the group, his heart heavy with dread.

Throughout the evening, Felix's grip on y/n tightened, his possessiveness becoming more apparent with each passing moment. Despite the laughter and camaraderie, Beomgyu couldn't shake the feeling of impending doom.

Suddenly, Felix's demeanor shifted. His smile faltered, replaced by a cold, calculating expression. Without warning, he turned to Beomgyu, his eyes burning with malice.

"You think you can keep y/n away from me?" Felix sneered, his voice dripping with venom. "You're nothing but a pathetic bystander, Beomgyu. You can't save her from me."

Beomgyu's heart raced as he met Felix's gaze, his hands trembling with fear and frustration. He knew that intervening would only lead to disaster, yet the thought of leaving y/n in Felix's clutches tore him apart.

"You're wrong, Felix," Beomgyu retorted, his voice tinged with desperation. "I won't let you destroy her."

Felix's laughter rang out, sending shivers down Beomgyu's spine. "You can't stop me," Felix taunted, his eyes gleaming with malice. "She belongs to me now, and there's nothing you can do about it."

With a heavy heart, Beomgyu left their apartment. He turned back and watched as Felix tightened his grip on y/n, and closing the door in Beomgyu’s face. He knew that their fate was sealed, trapped in a web of obsession and despair. Beomgyu was left alone, consumed by guilt and helplessness. He knew that he would forever be haunted by the memory of y/n, trapped in Felix's clutches, a prisoner of his twisted love. And as the darkness closed in around him, Beomgyu could only pray for a glimmer of hope in a world consumed by shadows.

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Can I ask for the 141 gang (+ Alejandro) reacting to a y/n that will yell at people in german like an angry spanish mom when angry?

task force 141 + reader yelling in german

Characters: Simon "Ghost" Riley, John "Soap" MacTavish, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, John Price, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

Warnings: explicit language, potential mistranslations/bad german

A/N: i don't speak german and i don't have a spanish mom so these are pretty short umm enjoy?

simon "ghost" riley:

alright so ghost is definitely not the kind of guy who gets caught off guard very easily

so when something goes wrong in your mission and your german starts slipping through he's not necessarily surprised

he saw in your records that you were fluent in german but you never spoke it in front of them so he was definitely a little confused when you started yelling in a foreign language

that being said german is a very fun language to be angry in so good choice anon

now ghost himself doesn't really know any german but years of being in a multinational task force has taught him a few things

he can recognize a few of the more common insults

so when you're ranting about how the team member that messed up the mission is a piece of scheiße and an arschloch

he knows you're calling him a piece of shit and an asshole

usually he just lets you blow off steam and continue ranting

partially because he doesn't want to get involved and also because he doesn't really have a clue what you're saying

john "soap" mactavish:

alright so soap was completely taken aback when you pulled up suddenly speaking german

it had been a really long day and as much as you love soap he just kept pestering you and it kind of pushed you over the edge and then the german came soon after

now soap does pick up languages pretty easily so he can sort of get an idea of what you're saying

but it's all happening really fast and his german just isn't good enough for him to comprehend

so he just kinda stands there and listens to you yell at him

and no offense but he also has to fight the urge to smile because 1. you're pretty when you're angry and 2. he's never seen you speak german before and you do it with such an intensity and speed he's kinda in love with you

once he feels like you've blown off all your steam he'll give you a little "you all good now?" look and if the answer seems like a yes he'll move in for the hug

and of course you apologize because you really didn't mean anything you said but everything has just piled up and you needed to get it off you chest

and he just squeezes you tighter and tells you it's all okay and he understands

and ofc it actually is all okay but he definitely does not understand

kyle "gaz" garrick:

alright so gaz actually took german in school so he knows it pretty well

that being said he knows a very school curriculum-centric version of german

which means he knows a lot of random phrases and not very many colloquial/casual terms

so when someone messes up your shot and almost ruins the whole mission and you start going off in rapid fire german

you know gaz is here to partially understand you and offer support in the form of very broken german

he doesn't know very many insults but you called the soldier an arsch mit ohren (ass with ears) and ding ding ding

gaz knew what that one meant

(sort of he had to take a minute to process it and derive the implied meaning from it)

afterwards he asks you to reteach him german and it becomes a thing you two do together

john price:

alright so john obviously knew you could speak german he saw it in your records

and he also tested you on it when he first recruited you onto the task force

but what he didn't expect was for it to come out when you get angry

and he also didn't expect it to be so fast lol

you were dropping insults in german faster than the speed of light fr

he knows a fair bit of german just from his time in the army and even he was struggling to keep up with you

afterwards he gives you a pat on the back and complements you on your german

you're not sure if he fully understood what you were saying though because you definitely said some things that shouldn't warrant a complement

alejandro vargas:

alright so alejandro had absolutely no idea you could speak german so the first time it came out he was flabbergasted fr

it also took him a while to understand what language you were even speaking in to start with

you were ranting to him about your day

and alejandro knows that the best thing to do is to stay silent and just let you tire yourself out during these times

and since you had started out in english he had kinda stopped listening and was only doing it halfway

but then you randomly switched to german

and it took him a moment to even recognize that you switched to another language

english is alejandro's second language and now you speaking a whole nother language

i mean alejandro is smart but mans had no idea what you were saying

that being said he's really good at reading you so he just nods/hums whenever it seems like you want him to and it works out well

rodolfo "rudy" parra:

alright so you did mention to rudy that you knew german and he's been secretly learning it so he can surprise you with it

but one day you got really mad about this one thing and you started going off in rapid fire german

and then rudy realized that his daily duolingo lessons were nowhere close to getting him to your level

he was kinda in shock/kinda freaked out by your sudden german outburst

he knew your anger wasn't directed at him but german can be a very angry language and he was intimidated nonetheless

he lets you say your piece and then after (when he knows you're not angry anymore) he asks you to translate everything you just said

because at the end of the day rudy loves listening to you talk (even if it is in german) and he wants to be able to understand what you're saying

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Fair Game (Caitlyn)

Kinktober 2023 Day Twenty-Five: Vibrator

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Admittedly, it was 100% your idea.

Well, Vi had some influence. She had a hand in persuading you to get two. And fed you an idea or two on how to make the most of this purchase. And helped you prepare your argument on how to then persuade Caitlyn to do all the crazy ideas that Vi just fed to you, with you. But besides all of that, it was all your idea. 100% your idea.

Of course, when the day of reckoning came, your girlfriend was absolutely mortified during the start of the conversation. But you had learned your pitch by heart, and you had practiced it well. So much so that it was about halfway through your prepared speech that Caitlyn was starting to get on board with the idea. And by the end, she was only setting out a few rules and regulations and requests of her own that she required to have fulfilled before she would actively engage in anything. But that was fine with you. A win is a win.

“I’m turning up the intensity by one. Is that okay, Cait?”

“Y-yes, that’s fine…go ahead…”

And by gods, you’ve won.

It’s amazing to think about what you were able to accomplish. It’s even more amazing considering the person Caitlyn is. Yet here she is- here you both are. Sitting next to each other on the couch of your shared apartment one afternoon when you both were able to pull out of work for the day. Your bodies bare, and your legs spread wide and apart. Hands touching and brushing up against each other’s warm skin. And breathy moans of pleasure passing through your mouths. All because of one little thing. Or rather, two little things.

The tiny, little bullet-sized remote-controlled vibrators buried in each of your pussies- buzzing its little heart out inside of you.

“Oh…” Caitlyn moans softly from beside you on the couch as you manage to up the vibrations up a notch for her. She arches her back a little as an immediate reaction, and her breathing starts to pick up a little bit more now that the vibrations are starting to reach the more intense end of the spectrum. You watch her carefully, and place a hand on her thigh closest to you, urging her to open up a little more for you to see. You can see her rolling her hips so easily from this vantage point. You can see the absolutely lewd way she’s starting to make a wet stain on the couch as her body fights to gain more pleasure from the current experience. And you have to admit. The view you have of her now is somehow hotter than you expected it to be.“Oh~...that feels so good…”

You make a soft sound in the back of your throat. Something to just acknowledge all that she’s saying in her expressions of pleasure. Luckily for you, she takes it as an invitation to lean over and to press her lips against yours. And you accept that kiss greedily- pressing back with as much force as she gives to you. It’s a sloppy kiss too. The kind that gets loud and wet and messy within seconds. But what adds to it is the way her fingers reach for your body this time. Landing on your torso and trailing down, down, down until two of those fingers settle on your clit and start rubbing it. Instantly, you buck into the feeling, a small gasp slipping out between kisses.

She pulls back a little and smiles at you so sweetly, that it amazes you she’s still the same Caitlyn that you know and love right now. She can be so sweet but so uptight and prim and proper for you. Out in the open. Behind closed doors. Even in the bedroom sometimes. But you managed to get her to come out of her shell and do something fun. Something wild. You managed to get her relaxed. You managed to get her to trust you. As a partner and as a friend. One that will do her no wrong. One that wants only pleasure for her. No heartache. No pain. Just pleasure.

So you can’t help but return the same smile. And attempt to steal another kiss or two before she manages to stop you with a warning. One that you’re just dying to hear:

“I’m turning yours up now,” She murmurs before pecking at your lips once more. At least, you know her intent was to be quick. But you know that’s not really possible when you’re there to take her bottom lip between your two teeth and to tug on it playfully when she tries to let go. But the smile is still on her face as she manages to pull away from you. Though this time, it’s a little less sweet. In fact, you’d probably call it something else at this point. Perhaps, even coy? “Is that okay?”

“That’s ok- oh~! Cait!” You try to confirm with her, but nearly halfway through your words, you can already feel a quick and fast jump of the vibrations inside of you growing stronger. It causes a moan to slip out before you’re able to catch yourself and call out her name in mock anger. But it’s hard to keep up such a facade when all you think about is just how good it all feels. “What…w-what kind of a warning was that?!”

She lets out a quiet little laugh at your reaction. The type that gets you to know that she’s really enjoying herself. But you’re a little occupied with rolling your hips in time with the vibrations happening deep inside of you. The toy is far enough in you that it’s hitting an incredibly sensitive spot, and the increase in intensity only making things better for you. You have a feeling she went up more than just one notch with you. But you don’t say anything about that to her. Because why would you?

She’s having fun. You’re having fun. You’re both having fun. The couch isn’t really a place for such decorum anyway. So if she’s happy, you’re happy. And if you’re happy, she’s happy too. And if she’s the only one leaving a little creamy stain on the couch?

Then it’s only fair if she makes sure you get to join her too.

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 1 year

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The Trouble With Love

Part two

Summary; Nancy and Steve's marriage is breaking apart, you decide to go on a date with a fellow teacher. Gossip rages in the playground which Steve overhears from Vickie.

He's not prepared for how that makes him feel.

Warnings; Major Angst, Sexual Tension, arguing, Jealous Steve

Taglist; @lou-la-lou @eddiesguitarskills @heyyimmisunderstood @alycunningham @mxcheese @micheledawn1975

Lmk if you would like to be added to the tag list 🌸❤️

Eventual Steve Harrington x Reader.

❤️

🌸

Nancy came back the next day and the argument was worse than the first.

"Don't start with me Steve, just don't okay? I'm tired and I need some space to think" He shakes his head just pissed that they don't communicate now, there never seems to be communication anymore.

"We need to talk about this Nancy. I keep trying to talk to you but you keep deflecting and when we do talk its like you don't listen"

She rolls her eyes and grabs her jacket.

"And then you just walk away. I'm trying here Nance but we cant get past this if we don't talk" she sighs.

"Talk about what?" he stares at her stunned and feels his irratation growing.

"About kids Nance, you shut me down every time and I just want to know if it's even something you want?" Nancy turns away from him and there's silence for a moment.

"I don't know, she yells. I don't know if I even want kids!!" Steve swears he feels like his heart has been ripped out.

"You don't know for like now? Or forever?" she swallows and speaks softly.

"Ever. I've never wanted to be like my mother, the nuclear family. I love her but that's just not me" Steve sits down his head pounding, agony ripping through him.

"Why couldn't you tell me this before? You've known what this has meant to me for years, it's one of the first things we talked about after getting married" he asks Nancy and there are tears in her eyes.

"I'm so sorry Steve. I have to get to work" He looked at her exasperated.

"Right. Fine". The door slams as she heads out and Steve puts his head in his hands, he just doesn't know what to do.

💕🌸

After getting lost in his thoughts too much Steve calls Robin and invites her over to have pizza here.

It will be a good distraction, take his mind of a few things.

The minute that Robin sees the expression on his face she pulls him into a hug and he explains what had happened.

"I don't know what to do Robin," he tells her feeling conflicted about what he should say to Nancy.

Anna and Vickie arrive and Anna beams.

"Hi Uncle Steve, Pizza time" she exclaims excitedly and Vickie ruffles her hair.

"Not yet. Soon baby" Anna pouts adorably so he distracts her by pulling out one of her favourite jigsaw puzzles.

Vickie gives Robin a quick kiss and looks excited about something.

"So I heard some interesting gossip on the playground today" Robin looks intrigued by this and he listens as well curious.

"Do tell" Robin urges Vickie who smirks and settles down on the couch.

"Well, a certain Hawkins preschool teacher and Hawkins elementary school teacher are going on a date" Steve's hands freeze on a piece of the jigsaw he was handing Anna.

"What? I mean she's a babe but Matt Daniels? He was such a... ( Robin chooses her words carefully because of little ears listening) meany in high school"

"He's a poo poo head" Anna giggles and Robin and Vickie exchange amused looks at Anna's very spot-on assessment.

Steve is half listening because there's a funny feeling in his stomach at the thought of you going out on a date.

He was concerned that's all. Robin is right Matt was a douche in high school, he was older than you and still a bit of a shithead if Steve was being honest.

There's no way that Steve is entertaining the intense flash of jealousy he just felt but he couldn't ignore it either when it makes him feel like there's a deep pit in his stomach.

He shouldn't be feeling this way and he immediately feels like shit but it doesn't help the burning feeling in his gut at all.

🌸❤️

You had put a plan in action to bury your feelings for Steve and you hoped to god that it worked.

It involved you on a date with Matt Daniels who was Hawkins Elementary teacher.

Matt was nice, interested in you and available.

The two of you were planning to go out to a bar in Hawkins, just grab a quick drink and chat and see if the two of you could be compatible.

It was a little nerve-wracking because you hadn't been on a date for so long and you had dressed up for the occasion.

Matt was coming to your house to pick you up for the date and when he arrives your nerves reach a crescendo.

"Hey babe. So you ready?" you nod and take his arm as he leads you outside.

"Miss Smiley" you hear a tiny, happy voice shout and you smile as you turn around and Anna is waving at you.

She's playing in the front yard with Steve, she has tea cups out, her teddies and is having a tea party all for Uncle Steve.

It's so precious and Steve is the perfect guest, so sweet with her. It makes your heart flutter.

Then his gaze meets yours and his eyes widens.

"Jesus" he whispers under his breath and it makes your legs shake a little at the way he looks at you.

"Hi, Anna. Steve" You nod and give him a little wave. Matt comes over and his arm slips over your shoulder.

"Better get moving babe" he locks eyes with Steve and smirks.

"Oh hey, King Steve Harrington, princess tea and dollies, fun times huh?" there's a mocking way in which he says it and you frown as Steve's eyes flash.

"I think it's very sweet" you murmur and the angry look on Steve's face melts away. Matt snorts and tugs on your hand.

"Come on, I need a beer" you reluctantly follow and begin to have a bad feeling about tonight.

Hopefully, you were wrong.

❤️🌸

Steve watches you and Matt go, that sick feeling in his stomach growing more and more intense.

What did you see in that jackass? You could do so much better than Matt Daniels.

"He's a big poo poo head" Anna announces suddenly and it breaks the tension that Steve is feeling and he chuckles.

"Yeah honey you're right, he is a big poo poo head"

❤️🌸

Unfortunately, your bad feelings about the date were very much spot on and it's an hour before you've had enough.

It's a relief when he takes you back home but he's still being a dick, just drunk and handy and you're growing tired of it.

You push away from Matt disgusted at his attitude and tell him" Yeah, I think this date has ended"

His eyes flash and he moved to grab your arm but there's movement and then Steve is in front of you both and he pushes away Matt.

He must have saw you come back from his house.

"Take the hint dickhead and clear off yeah?" Matt sneers.

"Hero Steve Harrington huh? Hey, how's Nancy? Saw her with Jonathan earlier looking pretty cosy if you ask me?" Steve freezes, eyes flashing in pain.

"That's enough, you snap. Get out of here Matt" he sneers then storms off.

You turn to Steve and he swallows, running his hand through his hair. He looks so lost and you want to comfort him.

"Thanks for helping me, Steve" He comes out of his reverie and softens.

"Anytime. You okay? Jesus, you're shaking" He shrugs off his jacket and places it around your shoulders.

It takes all of your willpower not to snuggle into it... Yeah cause that wouldn't look weird at all.

"Thanks, I'm sorry what he said about Nancy" Steve shrugs and looks so sad that it makes your chest ache.

"It's fine, Nance and I... We'll be fine. I think" His face scrunches up in pain and he looks so helpless that your heart hurts for him.

"She'll come around. She's very lucky, and so are you. You'll work it out" you rush out hurriedly.

"I hope we can" his tone is unsure though and you wonder what is going on, was it about Steve wanting kids? Then you realise its none of your business and keep your mouth shut.

"You look beautiful by the way, Matt's a total butthead"

Beautiful. He said you were beautiful, a giddy feeling envelops you but you know you have to fight it off as nothing good can come from this.

Very gently you kiss Steve's cheek in thanks, the air crackles around you both and you meet Steve's gaze. His hazel eyes are intense and it makes your stomach fill with butterflies.

His eyes trail to your lips and it feels like your heart is beating out of your chest. Is he going to kiss you?

It feels like the two of you are magnets, you just draw closer together. His lips are inches away from yours then they brush across them so softly.

It's a feather-light touch but it ignites every bit of want and desire in you.

But it's still wrong, very wrong and you both step away in an instant.

"We, we can't. You're married. We shouldn't" he moves further away from you.

"I'm sorry, this was a mistake, I love Nancy. This is a mistake" Hurriedly you shrug out of his jacket and hand it to him before rushing inside.

Fuck! You were so stupid! Steve's words playback in your mind on a loop and you let out a groan of frustration as tears pool down your cheeks.

You were supposed to get over Steve. Not fall even more for him. What a mess.

🌸❤️

Steve heads back into his house, his lips tingling.

When he kissed you it felt like...like fireworks, his mind is racing and Robin comes up to him she looks very distressed while holding an envelope.

"Steve, Nance must have dropped this off when we were out getting pizza" He takes it from her.

Inside is a note and Nancy's wedding ring and his stomach bottoms out as he reads the contents of the note.

Nancy told him she was going to live with her parents for a while, she needed space.

She had left him.

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#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington angst #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine

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August (Lockwood x reader)

A/N: inspired by the tsitp version of august (which you can listen to here on Spotify) but also works for the regular version of August too! Spoilers for the ending of the third book of the series! Angst, but not in a depressing way ish? Idk (wc: 1.3k) read the sequel here

The first few nights after were the hardest. The image of that Changer who took the shape of Lockwood with a hole blasted through his chest was burned into her retinas. The Changer had threatened her, or warned her, that it had been her doing, and it was only a matter of time before it actually happened. The guilt sat in her stomach for six days, cementing her to her bed, barely coming down to eat or drink, but on the sixth day she was as well as she could be. She didn’t have a renewed sense of vigour or sudden clarity in her life’s purpose, but she had something that occupied her well enough.

The four them were going for a small trip to the seaside where they had rented a cosy house by the beach, for a little break after one of the toughest cases they had in a while. Lucy was still feeling loopy from the Poltergeist and George had been a little quieter than usual. Lockwood…she couldn’t bring herself to look at him, or think too long about him, before slipping into despair. If Lockwood had noticed her distance from him, he showed no sign of it, not that she would have noticed. Except for the fact that even in times like now, she couldn’t help but notice every little detail about him. Whatever it was, a bit of fresh air was exactly what they needed to lift their spirits, so she decided to wait until the end of their trip to tell them.

And so they left for their weekend getaway. The air was pleasantly balmy and the warmth melted the last vestiges of cold trapped in their bones. It was so peaceful, and bright, with a sea of possibility stretched out ahead of them. For the next day-and-a-half, she ate, drank, swam and laughed just as hard as the rest of them. There was no reason to dampen their spirits just yet. Maybe she wouldn’t even have to tell them.

Of all their games and activities her favourite by far was just sitting on the beach, watching the foamy waves roll in. She could feel the freedom in the best of the seagulls wings, who called out to her, urging her toward a realm of possibilities. The sand playfully shifted around her ankles when she dug her feet in deep enough, and the wind whipped her hair with a salty sting, pushing her, propelling her, towards the rest of her life. And during sunset, an intense orange glow outlined all the cracks and crevices in them and the house, a light almost bright enough to consider life outside of Lockwood & co. That’s where Lockwood found her on Sunday evening, the night before they were supposed to leave. Lucy had somehow managed to scatter all her belongings throughout the house and George was making an upside-down pineapple cake. When she left, Lockwood had been uncharacteristically engrossed in some case report. They hadn’t talked much since Lockwood had pulled her to safety, seconds before certain death, and though she knew it was impossible for him to have seen what she did, a part of her felt embarrassed, or clumsy, to have been so careless.

The wind was quite loud in her ears, so she hadn’t noticed him until he sat down beside her. Besides his coat, most of Lockwood’s normal attire apparently doubled as beach-wear, as long as his sleeves and trousers were rolled up. She unsuccessfully tried to stand up, panickedly scrabbling at the mound she had absent-mindedly packed onto her feet, but it was too late. She awkwardly clasped her hands around her shins, staring straight into the gentle sea lapping at the shore, listening to Lockwood breathe just a tiny bit more agitated than normal.

“Hey.”

“Hi.” In her nervousness, her voice had become a little too high pitched, but she hoped the wind has swallowed up most of it anyway.

“Did you have fun?”

Did she have fun? Maybe it was the shadow of what she was about to do looming over her, but everything had somehow felt extra funny in this trip. They played Charades until they laughed themselves blue in the face, ate so many biscuits until it was too much of an effort to trudge back to the house after their picnics, and fell over each other laughing as they watched George insistently yank at the front door that was mostly rusted shut. Even as she looked at Lockwood now, eyelashes bleached by the fading daylight, she felt a peace that had nothing to do with the sea, wind, or seagulls. It was the feeling of having so little, and yet having everything she could ever dream of needing.

But she couldn’t say all that. “Yeah. Nice change of scenery.”

He smiled, and her heart thumped crazily. It was so easy to get swept up in the grim of things and forget how young she was, with her whole life ahead of her to have all these firsts - first butterflies, first crush, first love, or even just the first delusion of being in love. Before the Poltergeist, she even remembered this one quiet night in, when she was lying on her bed with her legs up the wall, staring at the ceiling and seeing all these images of Lockwood, and it wasn’t until much later that she remembered they weren’t actually anything more than friends. It just felt so natural, so easy to want and to want him, the curve of his shoulders, the curve of his face… And she only felt that way with Lockwood. He made her feel giggly and as warm as the beach, and maybe it was unprofessional, irrational and irresponsible, but he brought out the worst - and the best - of her. She would do anything for him, even if it meant breaking her heart. Even if it meant breaking his heart.

“I know you’re planning something. And I know it’s something big.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You’ve been exhausted before, but not like this.”

“Like what?”

“Like your mind is somewhere else. Like you’re plotting. And I’m going to find out eventually, somehow.”

Her butterflies crumbled into nausea, and the hitch in her breath was anxious rather than coincidental. It was going so wrong so fast. She could feel her lips moving and hear the words coming out of them, but she wasn’t the one talking.

“Yeah, you’re right.”

“I know I am.”

“You will find out, eventually.”

“Exactly.”

“Like right now.”

“Like - what?”

“I’m leaving Lockwood & co.”

She didn’t expect herself to sound so calm, her tone to be so even. And from the looks of it, neither did Lockwood. Maybe replaying this instant for days in her head made her more prepared than she realised. Lockwood stared at the shore, unblinking, until she began to wonder if she had really even said it at all.

“Lockwood?”

But it was too late, and he was already up and swiftly walking back to their villa. She could only walk so fast, kicking the uncomfortable wet sand off her feet, her pleas for him to slow down or wait painfully hanging in the still air. He walked into the house and went straight to his room, closing the door shut while she stood helplessly in the doorway to the kitchen.

George was just finishing up the icing on his cake and Lucy was eating some of the leftover pineapple. She didn’t see the point in keeping it from them either. George was properly put off his cake and Lucy looked like she might cry.

The air in the house was too tense to have dinner that night, and so she went to bed after giving Lucy a quick hug. As she lay on her bed, she looked out the window through the reflection on her mirror, and watched the stars come up and go down. She and her packed bags had left before the sun came up.

She only lasted a summer.

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Baby steps.

Ruben Loftus Cheek x Y/N

Summary: You and Ruben have been friend from quite a long time, what if some feelings change betweenthe two of you?

Warnings: SMUT. (Oh and it’s awfully long, I’m sorry! Blame it on John Legend’s song!)

gif credits to @mercedesjpg

“Hey, wait for me!” you heard Ruben shout, as he jogged towards you in the parking lot.

“Jeez Rubes!” you jumped out of your skin, immediately turning to face him, “I swear you’re gonna give me a heart attack sooner or later!”

“My bad, it wasn’t intentional…” he sheepishly said as he came to a halt, standing in front of you, or better towering over you, “It’s just, I haven’t seen you all day and I wanted to make sure you were okay.” he admitted, as he looked strangely nervous while he adjusted his sports bag on his shoulder.

His words made your heart flip, but you quickly tried to dismiss the feeling. It wasn’t unusual for Ruben to show how much he cared for you, as a friend of course, so why were you reacting like this now?

Surely, you two grew pretty close right from your very first day here at Cobham. That was almost two years ago, and you could easily say that he was the closest friend you had in your workplace ever since, meaning that during all this time he saw you at your highest, and even at your lowest. But that was it, you were friends and nothing more.

Yet, something changed in the way you looked at him and it’s been like this for a while.

“I am,” you told him, sighing, “it’s been a long day… nothing a couple glasses of wine can’t fix though…”

“That bad?” he chuckled as he walked by your side as you approached your cars.

“Yep. For a second, I was afraid today was never gonna end, I swear!” his laugh was adorable, and oh so infectious that it had you smiling in a heartbeat, “I had a lot of projects to work on, and the hours seemed to go by so slowly! I’m exhausted.” you groaned.

“I can see that…” he whispered in your ear, bumping his arm against yours, “…you definitely look the part!”

“Why thank you sir!” you faked being shocked for a second, stopping in your tracks as you crossed your arms, “Way to add insult to injury!”

“Okay okay, I’m sorry, I was joking!” he giggled as he raised his hands in the air in surrender.

“You’re lucky I’m feeling merciful,” you told him as you playfully rolled your eyes, “I’m gonna let you off the hook this time.” you added as you smiled at him.

“Damn, I really am lucky!” he chuckled as his dark brown eyes stared into yours just that little bit longer than usual; his stare so intense it burnt straight into you, right before he lowered it to the ground. “Uhm, anyway, I wanted to see you because I needed to ask you something…”

You loved this never ending, playful bickering between the two of you, but this time something was different. Ruben seemed different, and you didn’t know if he actually was or if you were so tired you were seeing things that didn’t exist.

“Well, take advantage of the mercy I’m showing you and ask away!”

Ruben’s heart picked up its pace as he looked into your eyes, the way they shone in the sunset light was making him unable to think straight. After almost two years of pining over you he finally worked up the courage to ask you out, but now that he was standing right in front of you the only thing he wanted to do was kiss you. In his mind, it was the easiest way to show you his feelings, but it took everything in him not to do so as he wanted to do everything right.

“You know it’s match day tomorrow so I’m not really allowed to do anything crazy,” he started, “but since we didn’t have the chance to see each other today, I was thinking you could come to mine… we could watch a movie and eat something together, like we always do… we could, like, make up for lost time if you want to…” he almost stuttered as he waited for your answer.

“Are you asking me on a date??” you couldn’t resist the urge to tease him a little even this time. Your game quickly backfired though, as you didn’t expect him to answer the way he did.

“Well… it’s a date, if you want it to be.”

Your heart stopped in your chest, before it started hammering again.

Was he for real? He must be, you thought as you snapped out of your trance-like state. You knew he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, not after he knew how badly things ended up with your ex a little over a year ago. He knew how bad that break up was for you, that’s when he saw you at your lowest indeed.

And that’s the reason why you knew you could trust him. You trusted him with your life by now, so you decided to trust him even more with this “date” thing and give him a chance.

“Baby steps Rubes,” you softly smiled at him, before you stood on your toes to press a kiss on his cheek, “but I’ll be there at 7. It’s a date.”

As he finished preparing some snacks and drinks on the coffee table, without forgetting a bottle of red wine and two glasses, Ruben heard the doorbell ring.

“Hey, you’re here…” Ruben greeted you with a hug as soon as he opened the door.

“Hey,” you relished in the feeling of warmth radiating from his body, humming as you inhaled his already familiar scent, “I’m sorry I’m a little late but I stopped on my way here to buy some cupcakes, you know-”

“I know what you like to have after a long day at work… alcohol and something sweet, I know.” he chuckled as he moved to the side to let you in, “Give them to me, I’m gonna put them in the kitchen while you make yourself at home.”

“Such a gentleman!” you joked as you gave him the cupcakes, right before you hung your coat on the coat rack and left your shoes by the door.

“I’m always a gentleman.” Ruben answered you as he saw you approaching him in the kitchen, “The sweater you’re wearing kinda proves my point.” he said as he pointed at your top.

“True.” you smiled, blushing under his gaze. You watched his eyes move up and down your body: you wore black leggings, white Nike socks and one of the many Adidas hoodies you borrowed from him but never returned, “So, what’s the plan for tonight?”

“We should definitely start with cooking something for dinner,” he said as he leaned his lower back against the counter, “do you fancy anything in particular?”

“What are you gonna eat?” you asked him, perfectly aware of the strict diet he was supposed to be on before a game; but asking him questions was a good enough distraction from your thoughts: he looked good enough to eat with a pair of black Adidas shorts and a matching sweater that hugged his body in the most perfect way.

“No carbs for me tonight,” he shrugged, “I’m gonna have some meat and veggies but I can cook anything you’d like.”

“I’m okay with meat and veggies too,” you stopped him, “it’s okay really, don’t worry about me.”

“Are you sure?”

“I am,” you assured him as you walked to the fridge right behind him, trying not to drool over his broad back too much, “Rubes where’s-”

“The wine’s on the coffee table…” he winked at you after he saw you examine every surface of his kitchen out of the corner of his eye.

“Is it that easy to read my mind?!” you exclaimed as you immediately made your way to the living area, making Ruben laugh at your antics.

A delicious dinner and a few glasses of wine later, it was finally time for the movie to start.

“What is this??” Ruben whined, already starting to regret his decision to let you choose what you were going to watch.

“Don’t judge me.” you pointed your finger at him, “I love ‘Think like a man’! And since it’s one of my comfort movies we’re gonna watch this. End of discussion.”

“Okay okay,” he started the movie as he moved closer to you on his sofa, “Let’s see what this is about…” he said before he grabbed some popcorn from the bowl you were so jealously guarding on your legs.

“Hey!” you protested, “These are for me!”

“Who said that??”

“You said that,” you pouted, “You told me you prepared all of this for me!”

“So what if I want some?”

“Oh now you want some??” you smirked, grabbing a handful of popcorn and placing it directly over his mouth, “Then have some!”

Ruben couldn’t laugh even if he wanted to as his mouth was so full with popcorn he couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t help but laugh at him as you looked at the faces he was pulling. The fear of the date disappeared, as in his eyes you could see he was the same Ruben as always, nothing had changed. And the fact that you were acting like the dorks you’ve always been was a pretty big proof of that.

“You know the movie’s playing right?” he asked you, once he could speak again. He was looking straight in front of him, his eyes fixed on the screen; but then he took the chance to steal a glance at you all the same.

“I know, you smartass.”

“Then why are you still looking at me?” he smirked.

“I just want to make sure you’re enjoying the movie.”

“I’m enjoying something else at the moment..” he took your hand in his as he looked at you, and you instinctively scooted closer to him.

“And what is it?”

“I’m enjoying your company.” he simply stated.

“Are you?” you were almost out of air, but your face inched closer to Ruben’s all the same, until you could feel his breath against your lips.

“I am, but what about baby steps?”

“A kiss is a risk I’m willing to take…” you smiled before you pressed your mouth against his, while his arm circled your waist as your lips moulded together.

When you parted your lips from Ruben’s, he pecked your cheek sweetly.

“Perfect.” you murmured against his lips, “I had my dose of alcohol and now I had something sweet too…”

“You’re so cheesy!” Ruben laughed out loud, as his pearly whites and the dimples on his cheeks were on full display, and you couldn’t help but be enchanted by them. He then wrapped his right arm around your shoulders, “Come on, let's watch this movie now…” he added, holding you tightly against his toned body and letting his left hand rest on your thigh.

You didn’t know if it was because of the wine, because you finally had a taste of him, or because of the movie’s soundtrack; but being this close to Ruben in that moment was making your head spin.

Sure enough, John Legend’s song “Tonight” was playing in your favourite movie scene, and God only knows how many times that song made you think about Ruben in the dirtiest of ways. That must have been the reason why you were feeling restless, and like you were short of breath.

Ruben noticed you shifting, and held you closer, trying to mask the fact that he too was on fire on the inside. He turned his head to peck your head that was resting on his shoulder, but as he slowly did so you raised your head to look at him.

“Uhm, do you like the movie then?” you asked as you cleared your throat.

“Yeah, yeah I do…” he said as he couldn’t decide whether to look at your lips or in your eyes, those eyes that looked darker all of a sudden.

“Great…” you breathed, licking your lips afterwards, “I’m happy you like it…” you continued before you pressed a kiss to his cheek, letting your lips linger on his skin just that little bit longer.

But as soon as your lips detached from his bearded cheek, Ruben slowly turned around to look at you. His eyes were fixed on your mouth, and yours were doing the same as his full lips were calling you in, inviting you to have a taste once again.

It only took another look in your eyes, before the hand on your thigh tightened its hold, betraying his feelings right before he kissed you this time. His kiss was slow, he was savouring you, testing the waters. But he was always paying attention to you and your body language. He wanted tonight to be perfect, and if “baby steps” was what you wanted, he would gladly give you that.

“Is this okay?” he asked you as his left hand moved to the side of your neck, while his right one was on your left hip.

You didn’t answer his question, you just nodded your head as your mind was too clouded by your lusty thoughts. The fact that he was the one kissing you this time gave you the little extra courage you’d need to kiss him back and deepen the kiss.

Ruben was taken aback by your actions, his mouth agape as he watched how you straddled his hips.

His hands immediately went to your waist as your mouth found his once again. A soft moan escaped your lips as you felt his grip on you strengthen, and you rolled your hips over his out of instinct.

“Fuck Y/N…” Ruben panted as he grabbed your face in his hands, he looked straight into your eyes as he tried to distract himself from the situation that was making his shorts tighten dangerously “…what about baby steps?” he asked you as his thumbs stroked your flushed cheeks.

“I want you Rubes…” you whimpered, already feeling him getting hard under you.

“I want you too,” he said, shutting his eyes tightly as your lips kissed the side of his broad neck, “I just want to make sure you’re okay with this…”

“I was wrong, I don’t want baby steps… not with you.” your voice came out as a whisper as you looked into his brown orbs; he relaxed under your touch as you ran your hands on his chest, and around his neck, “I want everything with you, I want you, all of you…”

“Are you sure about this? I’ll never let you go once I make you mine…” Ruben’s voice was deeper than usual, so deep it had your willpower crumble completely, it was then you were sure you would have done whatever this man wanted you to do.

“Good. Because I don’t want you to.” you said as you stood from his lap, sliding your leggings down your legs and leaving your body in just a matching Calvin Klein set.

“Come here.” he rasped as he grabbed you by the back of your thighs and pulled you down to straddle him again. His lips found yours in the blink of an eye, like he kissed you for his whole life and not just for the third time that night. But this time his kiss was hungry, he was hungry for you. This time he didn’t stop the roll of your hips, quite the opposite as he helped it with his hands.

The warmth radiating from his touch made you shiver; and seeing the effect his touch had on you only spurred Ruben on, so his hands slowly travelled up to your breast. His touch was soft over your bra, so delicate yet so possessive it had your head roll back.

“You’re so fucking beautiful babe…” Ruben said as he looked at you on top of him, “So fucking beautiful.”

“Babe?” you smiled down at him, “Pet names already? ‘What about baby steps?’” you asked, mocking him.

“I think we already threw them out of the window.” he smirked at you, as his thumbs stroked the smooth skin on your hips.

“Did we?”

“Oh yeah we did…” he breathed, sitting up and sliding his hands from your back to your bum; he closed the space between your bodies even more and let you feel the effect you were having on him once again, “…I’m so glad we did.”

“Less talking, babe.” you told him, as you started to undress him from his sweater.

He didn’t need to hear any more words, as he quickly changed your positions, placing himself on top of you without letting you go, without separating your bodies at all. And he kissed you, you could feel his lips everywhere on your upper body: from your lips, to your cheeks, to your neck and collarbones.

“Ruben…” you sighed, running your nails at the base of his neck. As you moved your touch to his shoulders, you groaned at the feeling of his muscles tensing under your touch.

“You don’t know how badly I’ve wanted this…” he stated as he removed his body from yours just to remove his shorts, “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“I’m right here…” were the only words you were able to say, as your brain was fogged with the image of his sculpted body, “…come here.”

“Not before I let you out of these…” he smirked down at you as his fingers tugged at your panties.

“Ruben…” you breathed as you felt his fingers move to your inner thighs, before he slowly removed your underwear.

“What is it?” he stopped his movements to look you in the eyes, as he threw your panties somewhere on the floor before he started leaving kisses on your neck once again.

“I want you, please…” you raised your hips, rubbing against his still clothed crotch and earning a soft moan from him, “Please.” you pleaded again, directly placing your hand on his cock and whimpering at how big he felt under your touch.

“Do you?” he hissed, already feeling inebriated by your touch, “Let me see…”

His lips trailed from the sensitive spot below your ear, to your chest. As he made his way down, his hands made quick work of removing your bra before he placed his big palms over your breasts. He took his time to caress them, while his lips kissed the soft skin of your stomach, going lower, getting closer and closer to where you needed him the most.

“Stay.” he rasped as soon as he noticed the way you moved your hips to match his kisses on your body, before he stopped your movements with his own two hands.

He was licking his lips as he stared down at you: your naked body sprawled out on his sofa, your soft pants and the way your chest rose and fell, the way your hooded eyes showed your desire for him were driving him crazy.

“You’re making me go insane babe…” he breathed, murmuring a low “fuck” then as he could feel his cock twitch in his boxers at the mere sight of you.

He couldn’t wait any longer to have you, so he removed the last piece of clothing from his perfect body in a haste; he stood naked in front of you, and you couldn’t help but moan at the sight of perfection in front of your eyes.

“Let me taste you.” he rasped, “Please.” he begged as he kissed up your inner thigh, softly biting your skin here and there.

“Fuck Rubes…” you whined, already feeling lightheaded, “Don’t stop.”

He didn’t need to hear anything else, as he moved his face higher and higher, until he started eating you out slowly, gently, lovingly. You knew he was passionate and caring, yet you only knew that as a friend. Knowing that as a lover was a completely different matter.

His tongue worked wonders on your sensitive skin, but he wasn’t rushing anything; he was taking his time to taste you, to make you feel good, and while doing so he always kept his eyes on your face.

“Oh my God babe,” you panted, as the look in his dark eyes was making your head spin, “you’re gonna make me cum if you keep this up…”

“Is it bad if I make you cum?” he asked, kissing up your body as he was laying between your legs in a second.

“Of course it’s not,” you said before you bit on his lower lip this time, “but I wanna cum with you inside me.”

As you took him completely by surprise, you pushed him, making him sit back on the sofa, and ended up on top of him. It wasn’t like you not to return the favour, so you started kissing him, and slowly descended down his sculpted chest while pressing kisses on his toned body.

Ruben was squirming under your kisses, as he was already desperate to be inside you. But he’d have to wait as you had other plans, and he soon understood what you had in mind, as soon as he watched you kneel between his parted thighs.

“Fuck babe…” he hissed as he saw the way your hand wrapped around his dick.

“Shh…” you pressed your lips on his inner thigh, making him moan, “I wanna make you feel good.” you were the one to lock your eyes on his this time, as you took him in your mouth.

“Oh God…” he breathed, “You’ll be the death of me.”

You batted your eyes at him, and he had to close his eyes as he swore. Many times he thought about you in the dirtiest way; now, seeing you like this, with his dick in your mouth, was making him doubt his willpower, his strength, as he was sure that if he looked at you one more time he was going to cum straight away.

“Come here, I need you.” he growled, as he removed himself from your mouth, helping you sit directly over his hips, “Do we need any protection?”

“There’s no need for that,” you told him, “I’m on the pill, and I’m clean so…”

“Fuck, I was hoping you would say that,” he smiled up at you, “I’m clean too, so…”

“So…” you breathed as you took his cock in your hand and guided him to your entrance. He moved his hips upwards, pushing himself inside of you completely with a slow, deep thrust.

“God, you’re amazing, you look stunning on top of me.” he moaned in your ear, as he let you adjust to his size.

“Fuck baby you’re so deep…” you whimpered as you slowly started to ride him, already clenching down on him as you were still sensitive from earlier’s ministrations.

“I am love,” he groaned, guiding your movements with his hands, “you’re taking me so well, fuck…”

“Fuck Rubes, I want more…”

The movie was long forgotten by now, it only played in the background, overshadowed by your soft moans and heavy breathing.

“You want more?” he asked and you yelped as Ruben suddenly stood with you in his arms, before he laid you down on his sofa, slamming his dick into your wet core once again, forcefully this time. “Is this more?”

“Fuck yes!” you moaned out loud as you could feel your body burning under Ruben’s powerful thrusts, “Oh my God Ruben!”

“You know I’m never gonna let you go right?” he asked you, his voice strained both from the effort and his self control.

“Yes Rubes, fuck yes…” you panted, your high already making your skin tingle.

“You’re mine now.” he said as he gave a hard thrust, as if he wanted to make sure you’d understand, “Mine, all mine.”

“All yours!” you whined, running your nails down his back as he hissed, increasing the rhythm of his hips.

“God, you love it like this don’t you?” Ruben growled as he could feel how close you were to your high.

“I love it, oh fuck Rubes I love you even more…” you panted, panicking for a second upon hearing your own words, “I’m so, so close!”

“Fuck baby, I love you too,” Ruben smiled down at you, dissolving your panic in a second as he pressed his lips to yours, “Cum for me now, you’ve done so well baby…”

“I want you to cum with me, please…” you begged him, touching his face and running your nails through his beard as you looked deep into his brown eyes, “Please…”

“I’m right here with you love,” he said out of breath, as he ran his hand up your outer thigh while he pushed faster and faster into you, “Cum with me baby, let me hear you…”

“Fuck Ruben!” you shook under his thrusts, it was like jolts of electricity ran through every inch of your body, sending you over the edge as you came around him.

It didn’t take long for him to reach his own high, triggered by the sight of you coming undone right below him. Of course after that he was fully spent, both your intense working days were catching up with you as you just laid there in each other’s embrace.

“When I said I love you earlier, I meant it…” Ruben mumbled against your sweaty skin, “You didn’t scare me away if it is what you’re thinking…”

“How did you know I was panicking?? What is it with you and always reading me like an open book??” you giggled, as your nails gently scratched the back of his head that was currently resting on your still naked chest, “By the way, I know you meant it, I just panicked because it came out unexpectedly I guess.” you admitted as you heard him chuckle.

“But you do mean it?” he snapped his head up to look at you.

“Of course I do, I love you, you dork!” you giggled as you watched his features relax while he sighed in relief.

“Good.” he stated, wrapping his arms around you so tight you couldn’t breathe, “Because I’m not letting you go.”

“Rubes, I have to go and clean myself up!” you laughed at his sudden clingyness.

“Okay okay…” he sighed, letting you go and watching as you wore his sweater instead of the hoodie you had on earlier, that was always his but that was irrelevant.

He too got up from his spot on the sofa and put his boxers back on, before he started rearranging the room a bit as he waited for you.

“Hey, do you want something from the kitchen? I think I’m gonna eat a cupcake…” you pondered while you walked back to the living room.

“What?” he frowned, “I thought I was your sweet treat!”

“Who said that??”

“You said that!” he was pouting like a kid now, and you swore that was the sweetest thing you ever saw.

“Aw baby, of course you are sweet,” you reassured him, walking to him and standing on your toes to kiss him deeply, “but you’re not a cupcake.”

“That’s mean!”

“What can I say, Rubes?” you shrugged, and as you walked to the kitchen you winked at him over your shoulder, “A girl has her needs!”

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