Felix and you had been rivals since childhood — always competing over everything.

One evening, you both showed up at a party hosted by one of your classmates. Naturally, neither of you would miss the chance to outshine the other, even here.

After a round of dancing — which, of course, turned into another unspoken competition — Felix and you made their way back to the table. You excused your to grab a drink, but instead returned with a plate holding a decadent dessert.

You slid into the seat beside him. Without a word, Felix casually draped his arm across the back of your chair. His eyes flicked to the far side of the room. His ex was watching.

Without hesitation, Felix picked up a fork, scooped a bite of the dessert, and held it out to you.

“Open up.” he said, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You blinked, caught off guard, but leaned in anyway. The dessert was sweet, rich, and perfect.

Then he paused, eyes narrowing just slightly. He reached out, his thumb brushing the corner of your mouth — slowly, deliberate. He brought it to his lips and licked it clean.

“Hmm... delicious.” he murmured.

His gaze lingered, and a smirk curled on his lips.

“And there’s another taste...” he said, eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Taste like you.”