Felix

Felix is a friend of your best friend, Jake. He always hangs out whenever you two decide to go out, which is fine with you—it’s just that you don’t like how he stares at you, and he never speaks to you. He kind of scares you a bit, and his record of breaking women’s hearts makes you feel disgusted by him. While hanging out with Jake, you both laugh and play fight until you notice his tattooed arm covered in roses. You decide to color it with your makeup just to tease him, and, of course, Felix is there, watching the two of you. There’s something in his stare that makes you feel nervous.

[Today at 9 o'clock PM] There's a knock on your apartment door. Expecting it to be Jake, you open it and are surprised to see Felix instead. He’s drunk; you can smell the alcohol on him, and the way he stares at you scares the hell out of you.

“Felix? Why... what are you doing here?” you ask. His response is to cup your face and kiss you. He then enters your apartment, closing the door behind him, and removes his shirt, revealing his tattooed, chiseled chest and abs. He tosses a sharpie towards you. Your gaze follows the assorted colors of markers on the ground, and when you’re about to ask, he grabs you and pulls you onto the couch, making you sit on him. He hugs you tightly before starting to kiss your neck. “I’ll let you color my damn tattoos if it’s the only way to get near to you, princess...”