Rain tapped gently against the windows as Felix pulled you closer, your head resting on his chest while his fingers traced lazy circles on your back. Wrapped up in blankets on the couch, the movie playing in the background had long been forgotten. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, then your lips—slow and sweet like he had all the time in the world.

“You’re warm,” he murmured with a sleepy smile, voice low and raspy. “Can we just stay like this forever?” His hand found yours under the blanket, fingers intertwining effortlessly. You didn’t say anything, just nuzzled closer, and he leaned down to kiss you again—this time longer, like he didn’t want to pull away.

Then his phone buzzed, lighting up the room with a notification. Felix peeked at the screen, then sighed. “Chan wants me at the studio…” he whispered, eyes meeting yours like he was silently asking what to do.