Miraculous Love (Adrienette Fanfiction)

15 - Is This Right?

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Marinette's POV

Marinette sat across from Felix, her eyes fixed on him as they engaged in conversation. She couldn't help but feel a mixture of intrigue and caution, her mind alert for any signs of deception.

Felix smiled warmly, his eyes glimmering with a hint of mischief. "Marinette, I must say, your talent as a fashion designer is truly remarkable. Your creations have a unique charm that captures the essence of Parisian style."

Blushing at the compliment, Marinette replied, "Thank you, Felix. That means a lot coming from someone with such a discerning eye for fashion. I've always admired Adrien's sense of style, and it seems you share that same impeccable taste."

Felix chuckled softly, his voice smooth and calculated. "Ah, yes, Adrien. He's quite the trendsetter, isn't he? We do have similar tastes, but I've always believed that fashion is a way to express one's individuality. Each design should tell a story, much like your own creations."

Marinette nodded, her eyes narrowing slightly as she sensed the underlying message in Felix's words. "Indeed, fashion is a personal expression. It allows us to showcase our unique perspectives and emotions. Speaking of which, Felix, you seem to have a talent for reading people. Your observations about me and my designs are quite perceptive."

Felix's smile widened, but Marinette detected a flicker of something more behind his eyes. "Observation is a skill I've honed over the years, Marinette. It helps me understand people and anticipate their desires. It's a valuable trait to have in the world of fashion and beyond."

Marinette's mind raced with questions, her voice laced with curiosity. "Felix, tell me more about your life in London. What is it like being part of such a different culture? And how did you come to develop this keen sense of observation?"

Felix leaned back, his gaze distant for a moment. "London is a vibrant city, full of opportunities and challenges. It's been an enriching experience, allowing me to broaden my horizons and learn from a diverse array of perspectives. As for my ability to observe, it's something I've cultivated through years of observing people, studying their behaviors, and understanding the intricacies of human nature."

Marinette's instincts told her that there was more to Felix's story than he was revealing. She pressed on, her voice tinged with determination. "Felix, I appreciate your openness, but I can't shake the feeling that there's something you're not telling me. Adrien has expressed concerns about your intentions, and finding that post-it note has only added to my worries. Please, help me understand."

Felix's expression shifted slightly, a mask of concern replacing his charming smile. "Marinette, I assure you, there is nothing sinister about my intentions. I care deeply for both Adrien and you. Our conversations and meetings have been innocent, driven by a genuine desire to connect with family and understand the bonds that tie us together."

Marinette's heart softened, her voice filled with hope and caution. "Felix, I want to believe you, but there are still so many unanswered questions. Those eye contacts, the secrecy surrounding your conversations... I need the truth, no matter how difficult it may be."

Felix leaned forward, his eyes locked with Marinette's. "I understand, Marinette. Trust is earned, and I am willing to do whatever it takes to prove my intentions are pure. Let us work together to unravel the mysteries that surround us, for the sake of our family and the love we all share."

Marinette hesitated for a moment, her heart torn between caution and the desire to find the truth. With a resolute nod, she replied, "Very well, Felix. Let us embark on this journey together, seeking the truth and protecting those we hold dear. But remember, trust must be earned, and actions will speak louder than words."

Little did she know that the path they were about to tread would challenge their perceptions, test their loyalties, and ultimately unveil the tangled web of secrets that threatened to tear them apart. The truth awaited, and Marinette was determined to face it head-on, guided by her unwavering love for Adrien and her unwavering belief in the power of justice and honesty.

Felix's POV

Felix's mind raced with thoughts as he admired Marinette's beauty. He couldn't help but be captivated by her charm, and a desire stirred within him to make her his own. However, he knew that winning her heart would require a carefully orchestrated plan.

With each compliment he offered, Felix calculated his words, ensuring they hit the mark and painted him as a gentleman. He wanted Marinette to see him as someone worthy of her affection, someone who understood her on a deeper level.

Sensing an opportunity, Felix extended an invitation to a bar the following evening. He knew it was a risky move, but he needed to create an environment where they could connect more intimately. Before Marinette could voice her concerns, he interjected smoothly, "It's a fashion event, Marinette, an exclusive gathering of designers and influencers. It would be a perfect occasion for you to showcase your talent."

Marinette hesitated, her instincts warning her of the potential dangers that lay ahead. But Felix's words resonated with her, and she found herself reluctantly agreeing.

As they stood together, a charged atmosphere surrounded them. Felix seized the moment, leaning closer to Marinette, his voice barely above a whisper. "You look stunning tonight, Marinette. The way your eyes sparkle, the grace with which you carry yourself... It's no wonder the world falls at your feet."

Marinette blushed, her heart fluttering at his words. She felt an intimate connection forming between them, a magnetic pull that she couldn't ignore.

Their eyes locked, a moment of vulnerability and anticipation hanging in the air. But just as their connection deepened, a resounding knock on Felix's hotel room door shattered the atmosphere, breaking their gaze.

Startled, they both turned towards the sound, their hearts pounding. Felix's mind raced, trying to contain the situation and preserve the fragile image he had constructed.

With a calm yet slightly flustered voice, Felix said, "Excuse me, Marinette. I believe there's someone at the door. Please, make yourself comfortable, and I'll be right back."

Marinette nodded, her cheeks still flushed, a mix of confusion and curiosity clouding her expression. She watched Felix as he excused himself, disappearing into the hallway.

Alone in the room, Marinette's mind whirled with a whirlwind of emotions. She couldn't deny the intensity of the moment they had shared, but a nagging voice of caution echoed in the back of her mind. She wondered if she was being swept away by the calculated charm of Felix or if there was something genuine beneath the surface.

Felix opened the door and it was........Adrien!

WAIT, DID ADRIEN UNDERSTAND EVERYTHING THAT IS GOING ON BETWEEN FELIX AND MARINETTE? IS ADRIENETTE OVER? ARE THEY BREAKING UP? IS IT THE START OF FELINETTE? OR IS IT SOMETHING ELSE? WELL, THAT'S IT FOR THIS PART! HOW IS IT FOR A PLOT TWIST? COMMENT BELOW YOUR FEELINGS. AND HEY, I GOT 1250 WORDS IN THIS CHAPTER! THANKS FOR READING. TAKE CARE! BYE!