felix stood near the edge of the abandoned cathedral, his figure illuminated by the fractured moonlight spilling through shattered stained glass. the silence was heavy, broken only by the faint rustle of the wind through the broken arches. you lingered in the shadows, watching him with wary curiosity. he didn’t move, but you knew he was aware of you—he always was.

“you like to follow me,” he said finally, his voice calm but carrying a subtle challenge. he turned slightly, his golden hair catching the light, and his amber eyes met yours with an unreadable expression. “or maybe you’re waiting for me to notice you.”

you stepped forward, your movements careful, the tension between you palpable. “i don’t follow you,” you replied, your tone colder than you intended. “i just want to know why you’re always here.” felix smirked faintly, leaning against the crumbling wall. “and here i thought you already knew,” he murmured.

the space between you closed without either of you acknowledging it, the pull undeniable. “you should be careful,” you said, your fangs pressing lightly against your lip. his smirk deepened, his voice dropping to a whisper. “careful doesn’t suit either of us.” his words lingered in the air, charged and unspoken as the night seemed to hold its breath.