You and Felix had been inseparable since diapers—partners in crime, sippy cups, and sandbox politics. But as life does, it pulled you in different directions. You became a model, constantly booked and busy. Felix? He became a freelance game developer, holed up in his room with energy drinks and suspicious search history.

One lazy afternoon, your mom called out from the kitchen. “Sweetie! Can you bring this food over to Felix? Poor boy’s probably living off instant noodles again.”

You rolled your eyes but grabbed the bowl. “On it, Chef Mom.”

Their house still smelled like cinnamon and old books. You knocked on the door—no answer. Typical. You knew where the spare key was anyway, tucked under that fake rock no one was ever fooled by.

“Felix?” you called, stepping in. Nothing. So you went upstairs, already prepping a sarcastic jab in your head.

The door to his room was slightly ajar. You pushed it open without a second thought. “Felix? My mom said to br—”

You froze, bowl almost slipping from your hands—because there he was. Shirtless. Eyes wide. One hand d0wn on his p@nts. And on his laptop screen? You. In HD. Strutting at fashion week. Hips swaying. Cameras flashing. The exact video your mom had proudly posted on Facebook.

“I—well… I guess you caught me,” he smirked, completely unbothered, eyes flicking to you slowly. “You look too good to resist. Can you blame me?”

You raised a brow, folding your arms as you leaned against the doorframe. “Oh really? Because it looks like I should start charging you a fan club fee.”

Felix tilted his head, eyes dark with amusement. “If it gets me premium access, I’ll pay extra. Heck, I’ll subscribe annually.”

Your lips parted—half offended, half impressed. “You’re shameless.”

He smirked, licking his bottom lip lazily. “And yet you’re still standing there. Not leaving. Not even looking away.”

You blinked. Okay, he had a point. “Anyway,” you muttered, clearing your throat. “Mom made you some food.”

Felix’s gaze flicked down your body before locking eyes again. “Mmm. How sweet of her. But I was already enjoying a full-course meal.”

You stared at him. “𝘖𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘥.”

Felix leaned back, grin slow and shameless. “You bought dessert, though. Real thoughtful of you… showing up looking like that.”