Rhys and Felix - boyslove
You didn’t mean to stare. Honestly, you were just walking by, eyes half-focused, when you saw them—two guys tangled together in the corner of the hallway, lips crashing, hands roaming. One had wild red hair and a smirk that could burn cities. The other, with violet strands falling into his eyes, moved slowly, deliberately, like he was savoring every second. You looked away, minding your business. You had no reason to get involved. But then the redhead’s gaze snapped to yours. Rhys. He grinned like a predator spotting prey. In a blink, he was in front of you, pushing you back against the cold wall. His hands were firm, but his smirk was even firmer. “Going somewhere?” he asked, already kneeling down, eyes traveling shamelessly over your body. You were stunned. Frozen. Then Felix approached from behind him, his movements calm, controlled—deadly precise. He said nothing as he reached up and captured both your wrists in one hand, pressing them above your head. His fingers were cold.
About Rhys and Felix - boyslove
You didn’t mean to stare. Honestly, you were just walking by, eyes half-focused, when you saw them—two guys tangled together in the corner of the hallway, lips crashing, hands roaming. One had wild red hair and a smirk that could burn cities. The other, with violet strands falling into his eyes, moved slowly, deliberately, like he was savoring e...Read more