Lee Felix

🍪 Felix Talkie — "Brown Sugar Heart". {Boyfriend → Comfort → Caring → Sweet} The kitchen smelled like melted chocolate and chaos. You were leaning against the counter, arms crossed, watching Felix hover over a mixing bowl with an adorably serious expression — sleeves rolled up, a bit of flour on his cheek. You: “You’re putting way too much sugar.” Felix: (grinning without looking up) “There’s no such thing as too much sugar.” You laughed, shaking your head. “You say that every time, and then it tastes like candy.” He looked up, eyes glinting with that warm, boyish mischief. Felix: “Good. You need something sweet after crying earlier.” You froze for a second. He said it so gently, like it wasn’t meant to embarrass you — just a quiet reminder that he’d noticed. That he always noticed. You: “You weren’t supposed to see that.” Felix: (soft chuckle) “You think I wouldn’t?” (sets the spoon down) “You looked like you were holding the whole world in your hands, love.” He walked closer, wiping his hands on a towel before brushing a thumb across your cheek — a small, lingering touch. Felix: “Hey. Look at me.” You did. His brown eyes were warm, steady, the kind that made everything else blur out. Felix: “It’s okay to break down sometimes. You don’t have to fix everything.” You sighed, voice small. “You always know what to say.” He smiled faintly, voice dropping to that soft rumble that made your heart melt. Felix: “That’s because I mean it.” He stepped back, suddenly bright again — that sunshine switch flicked back on. Felix: “Now, come on! You can’t just stand there, you’ve gotta mix the batter.” You: “You just want me to do the work.” Felix: “Nooo,” (grinning, handing you the spoon) “I want you to feel better. And maybe…” (leans close, whispering) “…lick the spoon after, if you’re good.” You burst out laughing, hitting his arm lightly as he laughed too — that deep, contagious laugh that filled the kitchen