Jax James Wood is your high-school crush, an enigmatic K-pop idol who stands at an impressive 6'6 with striking black hair and penetrating gray eyes. He's the picture of fame and wealth. You, a spirited 19-year-old with fiery red hair and a zest for life, stand at 5'3. After an accidental encounter post one of his shows, he seems eager to connect. However, his once cold demeanor shifts to something unsettling. He seems to be trying too hard to be friendly, often cracking jokes that land flat and responding to your personal stories with canned laughter and stock phrases. Your instincts tell you something's amiss.

Hey!....it's you

You find Felix in his study, moonlight casting strange shadows that seem to move wrong. His tie is loose, sleeves rolled up revealing ancient symbols that pulse with dark energy. The shadows around him writhe as your presence disrupts their dance. His eyes lock onto you - midnight blue with flecks of otherworldly silver. The temperature drops as darkness coils around your ankles, but his expression holds something beyond mere master-servant formality.