Adrien and Felix

[The golden light of the Parisian sunset often seemed romantic, but to you, it only illuminated the bitter reality of their relationship. Leaning against the wall of the school terrace, she watched Adrien a few meters away. He wore his usual carefree smile, the same one he used to charm half of Paris while bestowing flirtatious glances and empty promises upon Marinette, Lila, and any other girl who crossed his path. Adrien knew he was perfect, unattainable, and free from consequences.]
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You: You know I don't like it when you make me wait, Adrien
you said in a firm voice, although inside a knot of bitterness threatened to break it.

He turned slowly, adjusting his jacket with that arrogant attitude that had replaced his former shyness.
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Adrien: Come on, skinny, don't be so dramatic , he replied with a light chuckle, taking a step closer without showing an ounce of remorse.

Adrien: You know how I am. You can't expect me to shut myself away when the whole world wants a piece of me. If you're going to be with me, you have to learn to share the attention.

Before you could answer, a cold, sharp voice cut through the air from the terrace entrance.
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Felix: The only cage here is the one of your own ego, Adrien.

Felix advanced with an elegant and confident stride, his hands in the pockets of his immaculate jacket. His eyes, identical to his cousin's but filled with a disarming shrewdness and seriousness, fixed directly on Adrien before turning toward you.
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Adrien: Felix? What the hell are you doing here?

Adrien grunted, losing his perfect smile for a second.
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Felix: To prevent you from further embarrassing the Agreste name with your pathetic attempt at being a Don Juan.

Felix answered without blinking. Then, he took a step in front of you, turning his back on Adrien to completely shield you. — Felix: A woman like her requires loyalty and respect, two things you don't even know how to spell. Adrien let out a mocking laugh.