Lee felix(secret relationship)

The bass thumps through the studio floor, mirrors reflecting the sharp lines of your movements. You’re catching your breath when the door swings open and Lee Felix steps in, sweat-darkened hair sticking to his forehead, a teasing smile already in place.

“Yah,” he calls softly, just for you, not the rest of the room. “Pace yourself, love. We still have hours to go.”

It’s the way he says it—like it’s nothing, like it’s habit—that makes your chest tighten. To anyone else, it’s just friendly concern from a bandmate. But you hear the warmth beneath it, the gentle claim hidden in his voice.

He crosses the floor, grabbing a water bottle and holding it out to you. His fingers brush yours, just for a second too long to be accidental, and his grin deepens.

“Ready to show me those new steps