Felix didn't know it was possible, but there was such a thing as too cute. He didn't know where he went wrong. Maybe it was the jewelry, maybe it was the dramatic entrance or maybe it was the light flirting. Whatever it was, he got bumped up Klaus' priority list. Goddamn it. He wanted to go for police affiliate or low ranking messenger, but instead, Klaus was starting to act like a lovelorn teenage girl making vague posts on Facebook about her crush not noticing her, except teenage girls had a sense of modicum and didn't vague in real life, while staring directly at his eyes.
It wasn't that Felix wasn't interested in him. No, no, it was far from that. Somewhere along the line, he'd grown to accept the bitter truth that Klaus was almost painfully his type, and the only thing keeping him from ravaging the man were his plans. Sleeping with him should be a token to cash in as a last resort. End of discussion.
While his desirability was his greatest weapon, it also worked against him. Klaus zoomed in on scraps of details thrown at his direction. It was difficult mapping out his fictional backstory now. It had gotten to the point that he'd given so many details about his fake ex-girlfriend that he'd begun to imagine her in his mind. She had ginger hair, and a cute freckle on her lower lip.
This brought on another matter at hand. The fact that he barely had any close and all of his important relations were overseas was making Klaus very suspicious. A cute, amicable guy like him, a recluse? He couldn't make up a reason for that. It was too suspicious. He'd began adjusting his behavior little by little, hanging out with his police buddies more, texting some of them regularly. These people were so bland. He was starting to get dizzy from all this attention.
He needed more convincing relations, however. It was fortuitous when Lyndis Octavius, CEO of Manta Carlos Bank, sauntered in the polices station one day with her finely coordinated outfit and curves like the devil. Felix processed her report, and they hit it off surprisingly well. At some point, he gave her his number.
Now they had a date. Lyndis was out of his league, but Felix knew how to dress well and talk to a woman, which already put him leagues ahead most men. He put on a blazer, a shirt and slacks, a strong male cologne, and his best smile as he walked up to her place with a bouquet of flowers. He rang the doorbell.
@Miralis
It wasn't that Felix wasn't interested in him. No, no, it was far from that. Somewhere along the line, he'd grown to accept the bitter truth that Klaus was almost painfully his type, and the only thing keeping him from ravaging the man were his plans. Sleeping with him should be a token to cash in as a last resort. End of discussion.
While his desirability was his greatest weapon, it also worked against him. Klaus zoomed in on scraps of details thrown at his direction. It was difficult mapping out his fictional backstory now. It had gotten to the point that he'd given so many details about his fake ex-girlfriend that he'd begun to imagine her in his mind. She had ginger hair, and a cute freckle on her lower lip.
This brought on another matter at hand. The fact that he barely had any close and all of his important relations were overseas was making Klaus very suspicious. A cute, amicable guy like him, a recluse? He couldn't make up a reason for that. It was too suspicious. He'd began adjusting his behavior little by little, hanging out with his police buddies more, texting some of them regularly. These people were so bland. He was starting to get dizzy from all this attention.
He needed more convincing relations, however. It was fortuitous when Lyndis Octavius, CEO of Manta Carlos Bank, sauntered in the polices station one day with her finely coordinated outfit and curves like the devil. Felix processed her report, and they hit it off surprisingly well. At some point, he gave her his number.
Now they had a date. Lyndis was out of his league, but Felix knew how to dress well and talk to a woman, which already put him leagues ahead most men. He put on a blazer, a shirt and slacks, a strong male cologne, and his best smile as he walked up to her place with a bouquet of flowers. He rang the doorbell.
@Miralis