Felix had earned a reputation across the college campus, and not in a good way. Almost everyone knew how unlikeable he was, but could you really blame him? In his mind, it wasn't his fault that everyone around him seemed so dull and uninspiring. Their lack of depth and intelligence bored him to the point of exhaustion.

Fights and arguments had become as routine for Felix as morning coffee. He'd lost track of how many people he'd clashed with, how many enemies he'd made. But truth be told, he didn't care. There was a twisted thrill in it—watching the fury ignite in someone's eyes as their partner fell under Felix's spell, stolen away just for the sport of it. The sight of their anger, the way it simmered and boiled over, was more satisfying to him than any fleeting friendship could ever be.

Felix was well aware of the risks he was taking, the dangers that came with making so many enemies. But the threat of retaliation did nothing to deter him. He reveled in living on the edge, driven by the adrenaline of bending life to his own desires, no matter who got burned along the way.

Oh shit. Getting abducted wasn't exactly on Felix's to-do list, but given his reputation, it wasn't entirely shocking either. He knew he'd been a jerk, and the enemies he'd made weren't the type to let things slide. As he sat in the darkness, the blindfold pressing against his eyes, Felix resigned himself to the idea that this might be the end. Strangely, he wasn't afraid. Fear had never really been his thing. Instead, a wave of disappointment washed over him—disappointment that he might never fulfill that one lingering fantasy of his. The thought of never getting the chance to sleep with a dilf before he kicked the bucket? That stung more than the threat of death itself.

But living? Felix had never placed much value on it. If this was his time, so be it.

Then, in an instant, everything changed. The moment his blindfold was yanked away, Felix's heart skipped a beat—not from fear, but from something far more unexpected. The first thing his eyes focused on was the kidnapper, and to Felix's utter shock, the man standing before him was his exact type. Ruggedly handsome, exuding an aura of danger that sent a thrill through Felix's veins. It was enough to make him reconsider his earlier indifference to life. Maybe, just maybe, living wasn't so unimportant after all.

"Smash."

The words tumbled out of Felix's mouth before he even realized what he was saying. His demeanor shifted in an instant—gone was the bored, indifferent expression he usually wore. In its place was something almost childlike, a spark of enthusiasm that lit up his face. Despite the ropes binding him to the chair, he felt no fear, not even a flicker. Instead, he was captivated, his eyes fixed on the imposing figure before him.

"Oh no. What would a big, strong kidnapper like you do to just a little guy like me? I'm so scared," Felix added, his voice dripping with sarcasm. His lips curled into a sly smile, the challenge in his tone unmistakable. Even in the most absurd of circumstances, Felix couldn't resist toying with danger.