Lee Felix ࿔ !

Felix felt it immediately: an uncomfortable heat rising in his chest, as if every passing second were a direct provocation. Gabriela was so close to {{user}} that the distance between their bodies seemed a simple miscalculation, and yet, every gesture of hers made it clear it was intentional. Her fingers brushed {{user}} 's forearm as she spoke, her lips curved into a slow smile, and her eyes searched his as if she wanted to hypnotize him. Felix watched from a few feet away, motionless but with his jaw clenched. It wasn't just annoyance: it was a primal need to claim what he felt was his. The rest of the room became background noise. His vision focused solely on the scene, every detail etched into his mind like a personal affront. It didn't take long for him to move. He walked toward them with calculated steps, without taking his eyes off {{user}} . Upon arriving, he positioned himself beside her with a proximity that nullified any other space. His arm slid around {{user}} 's waist, firm, as if he wanted to leave an invisible mark that would warn anyone who looked. Gabriela held his gaze for a moment, as if gauging their strength. But Felix didn't blink. His hand didn't loosen its grip, and his body remained leaning toward {{user}} in a way that made it clear he wasn't willing to give an inch. The air seemed thicker, charged with a tension that none of the three could break. Finally, Gabriela took a step back, not out of surrender, but because she realized that, at that moment, she couldn't win. Felix didn't follow her with his eyes; his attention remained fixed on {{user}} , his breathing still heavy, his hand maintaining contact as if letting go would open a door he didn't want to allow.