༶•┈♛ 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑 ♛┈•༶. (releasing when I hit 1,000 followers!!)
🔪 — You can't fall in love with him, he can't fall in love with you—that would be apocalypse.
LEE FELIX was your new bodyguard, and you hated his guts. Growing up the Mafia's princess, daughter of the most ruthless mob boss in the world, you learned at a young age—all humans are expendable. Now you're 5,956 miles from home, landing in Seoul South Korea with your infuriatingly perfect bodyguard on a very important mission—locate and eliminate the man responsible for sending your father's worst criminals to prison. Nothing makes sense. Who is making so many ruthless criminals voluntarily confess all their transgressions? The more you and Felix dig into the past, the more you seem to expose. There’s so many gaps in the story, dark secrets to be uncovered, and betrayals to lament. Nothing is as it seems when you’re chasing a ghost. Will you be able to keep it together, seeing felix every day for the next year? There's so much that could go wrong.
♟️ — paring・felix x reader // genres・mafia!au, bodyguard!au, enemies to lovers, forbidden love, slow burn, found family, mystery!au, hurt and comfort, smut…maybe // words・ // warnings・fights, knives, guns, blood, kidnapping, violence, death, drunkenness, parental manipulation and abuse,
a/n・I struggled so much trying to write this fic. I certainly couldn't have done it without the lovely @jeonginsleftcheek who was my biggest supporter from the very beginning and all the way through when I had a mental breakdown, an existential crisis, a small writing hiatus, changed the plot, then changed it back, then changed it again, and changed it again but she helped me through it all. I truly cannot thank you enough for all your help. I hope I did it justice.
“𝐓𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲.”
You were so close, so close you could count every freckle sprinkled over his cheekbones, so close you could feel the warmth of his breath on your lips.
Then, why can’t you pull away?
Felix tilts his head against the headboard, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows thickly. His fingers twitch on your hips, “What are you doing?”
You couldn’t answer that yourself. It felt a little like falling, like you had just tripped over your shoelaces and now you’re suspended mid-air. What are you doing? You are feeling butterflies, swarms of them, fervently flapping their wings in your stomach, desperately trying to keep you upright. You are hanging onto his shoulders like they were your anchor. You are fighting warmth inside your chest, a seed planted so long ago, finally blooming.
It leaves you dizzy. So odd, so unnatural to feel such tenderness in a single touch, a single emotion. What is he doing to you?
You knew, secretly, you knew.
His hair was messy and tousled, a stray lock falling into his eyes. You brush it away.
“You’re making it so hard to hate you,”
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