felix was very, very impulsive.

beyond the point of reason.

and it was worse when he really adored someone.

like you.

he was so protective of you.

and to be honest, most of the time you liked it.

because he always had all these girls fawning over him and never even took his eyes off you.

never even looked at another person.

but despite how much you loved being taken care of, sometimes you had to admit it was a little too much.

like when he happened to overhear a little whistle the one minute he left his arm fall off your waist.

within the next minute, felix had managed to fully spin around and punch the guy square in the nose.

within the next, felix had a cut of his own.

the guy had fought back and managed to grab onto felix’s eyebrow piercing and snag it.

the blood started to pour from his cut almost instantly, and you were pushing felix away from the guy before he could do anything else.

you pushed him away from the whole scene and into the nearest bathroom, instantly grabbing paper towels and pressing them against the wound before switching it to a towel once you’d found one.

you didn’t mean to, but you were silently scolding him, a frown on your face as you made him hold the towel to his wound, looking through the cabinet beneath the sink for a sewing kit.

and thank god, because whoever’s house this was, whoever threw this elaborate party, they were prepared.

felix didn’t really care too much about the wound or what you were looking for, though, being too preoccupied with the frown on your face.

“you know, i did it for you.” he said, still holding the damp towel to his wound.