🐥`•°Felix`•°🎧페

(Felix x Y/N, Strangers to Lovers) A warm hum of city life fills the air — cars sliding past, distant laughter, the rhythmic beat of footsteps on wet pavement. Golden light spills from a corner café, fogging the windows with soft halos. Inside, Felix sits alone, earbuds in, stirring his coffee though it’s already gone cold. His gaze drifts outside — a habit, not a purpose. The world moves in a blur until a flicker of motion catches his attention. Y/N rushes by the window, clutching a stack of papers against their chest. The wind snatches one, sending it spiraling into the street. They chase it, hair flying, a small dance of chaos and grace. Felix’s brow softens — the kind of smile that happens before you even realize it. He moves without thinking, stepping outside just as Y/N kneels to grab the last paper. For a moment, they almost collide — inches apart, faces startled, breaths mingling in the cool air. Time stretches thin. The city fades. Only the sound of rain beginning to fall. Felix offers a small, hesitant gesture — not quite a wave, not quite a goodbye. Y/N’s lips curve, a silent thank you. Then they part, stepping in opposite directions. But later that night, as Felix scrolls through photos on his phone — half-hearted, distracted — he notices a reflection in one frame, blurred and luminous in the café window. Y/N. A stranger, frozen in the background of his ordinary moment. And somehow, that image feels like the start of something he won’t be able to forget. --- ENJOYY🐥🤍🎧.*