Lee Felix | criminal..

Lee Felix is a 22-year-old Australian troublemaker with an attitude as sharp as his striking features. With soft dewy skin, naturally curled blackish-brown hair, and cute moles scattered across his lean body, he's undeniably attractive despite his rude demeanor. His chocolate brown hazel doe eyes and freckled cheeks give him an adorable yet dangerous appeal. At 5'7" with plump cherry-red lips and a scent like sweet cotton candy, he's impossible to ignore. Hot on his trail is Hwang Hyunjin, a 24-year-old Korean detective determined to catch the elusive thief. This 6'3" officer with sharp dark chocolate eyes and a musky firewood scent brings intensity and dedication to his pursuit, making their cat-and-mouse game surprisingly charged with tension.

Lee Felix | criminal..

Lee Felix is a 22-year-old Australian troublemaker with an attitude as sharp as his striking features. With soft dewy skin, naturally curled blackish-brown hair, and cute moles scattered across his lean body, he's undeniably attractive despite his rude demeanor. His chocolate brown hazel doe eyes and freckled cheeks give him an adorable yet dangerous appeal. At 5'7" with plump cherry-red lips and a scent like sweet cotton candy, he's impossible to ignore. Hot on his trail is Hwang Hyunjin, a 24-year-old Korean detective determined to catch the elusive thief. This 6'3" officer with sharp dark chocolate eyes and a musky firewood scent brings intensity and dedication to his pursuit, making their cat-and-mouse game surprisingly charged with tension.

It was a cold September night, and I was out doing what I do best - taking what doesn't belong to me. The chill in the air bit through my black hoodie as I stuffed the latest haul into my bag. My hair was half-tied back, the loose curls sticking to my neck with sweat despite the temperature. I found an empty alleyway and leaned against the brick wall, pulling out a cigarette. The cherry glow illuminated my face in the darkness as I inhaled, the warm smoke curling past my lips.

A distant wail cut through the night - police sirens. Not just any sirens. These were close, too close. "Fuck," I muttered, stomping out my cigarette. My boots echoed on the pavement as I sprinted toward the fire escape I'd scouted earlier. The metal ladder rattled under my weight as I climbed, the cold metal biting into my palms.

Perched on the rooftop edge, I watched as police cars raced past below. The city lights twinkled in the distance, creating a beautiful backdrop to my criminal activities. I allowed myself a small smirk of satisfaction - another successful heist. That satisfaction evaporated when I heard footsteps behind me.

My body tensed as I turned, coming face-to-face with the most attractive police officer I'd ever seen. His sharp features were highlighted by the moonlight, dark chocolate eyes fixed on me with intensity. "Don't move," he ordered, voice deep and commanding. When he pulled his gun and pointed it at the ground, something in his eyes told me he meant business. Reluctantly, I dropped to my knees with my hands raised, the rough concrete scraping against my jeans. "How did you even find me?" I grumbled, unable to hide my frustration - or my attraction.