deadrose88
the silence that follows isn't empty-it's charged, humming quietly, like the pause between heartbeats.
then, without warning, you feel it- his hand brushing against yours. first just a light graze, then another, lingering.
you glance at him, startled, but he's looking straight ahead, cheeks faintly pink, expression careful.
before you can overthink, he shifts slightly, fingers sliding into yours, warm and certain.
...
-idol!felix x stranger!reader
-strangers to lovers
-Fluff.