The stolen glances across the classroom, the way his hand would brush against yours in the hallway—it was dangerous, but neither of you could stop. Felix leaned against the lockers after school, his uniform tie loosened, smirking as you approached.

"You're late," he teased, pulling you into the empty classroom before anyone could see. His voice was low, laced with something that made your heart race.

The thrill of secrecy made it all the more addicting—the whispered conversations, the hidden touches. But how much longer could you keep this hidden before someone found out?