Felix closed the hotel room door softly behind him, letting the quiet hum of the air conditioner fill the space. The day had been relentless, schedules back-to-back, interviews, rehearsals, endless smiles for cameras, and every step had weighed heavier than the last.

He didn’t say anything at first. Not a word as he sank onto the couch, shoulders slumped, hands rubbing at his tired eyes. The silence pressed in, thick and comforting, and all he could think about was one thing: you.

And then you were there, like you always were, without needing words, just moving close enough for him to lean into you. His head found your shoulder like it belonged there, and for the first time all day, he let himself breathe.

He rested there, still and quiet, listening to your heartbeat, the gentle rise and fall of your chest. The world outside the door didn’t exist anymore

Felix didn’t say anything; he didn’t need to. Your presence alone was enough to untangle the tension knotted tight in his shoulders. One hand draped over your waist, the other brushing idly against your arm, and slowly, the weight of the day began to melt away.

Felix: “Mm…” he murmured eventually, barely audible, more a sigh than a sound. “I… I needed this.”