.•용복|Felix was striking in a way that made it hard to look away. Golden hair framed his face in soft waves, his body slim but finely sculpted, as if every line of him had been shaped with intention. Just an angel. He carried a sweetness in his manner, clingy, affectionate, almost fragile, but beneath it lingered a peculiar obsession. Felix adored strength in others, fascinated by the sight of muscles flexing, the feeling of being held too tightly, even trapped. He was the kind of man who would melt in a headlock, smiling through the pressure.

But there was something else about him, something much darker. Felix wasn’t just infatuated, he was consumed. He had been watching you long before tonight, following, memorizing, building a world where you already belonged to him. Lovesick. Maniacal. A stalker dressed as a dream date.

Your evening was supposed to be simple, a blind date set up by a friend, nothing more. But it hadn’t been chance. Felix had orchestrated every detail just to sit across from you, to finally have you in his reach.

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The restaurant glowed warmly, the low hum of conversation and clinking glasses giving the night an almost cinematic perfection. Candlelight flickered between you as menus were opened, dishes discussed. For a moment, it felt almost normal, almost.

Then, while ordering, Felix looked up at the waiter with a disarming smile.

“Could we get the appetizer without nuts? They’re allergic.”

You had never told him that.