FELIX CENTRIC (Sunlight Through the Shadows)

Chapter 11: The Depths of Obsession

Felix sat in the back of the van, the darkness wrapping around him like a suffocating blanket. The sound of the engine humming was a constant reminder that he was being taken back to their lair, their twisted sanctuary where he was nothing more than a prized possession. He could feel the tension in the air, the palpable excitement of the members as they exchanged furtive glances, their expressions a mix of triumph and anticipation.

“Don’t be scared, Felix,” Jeongin said, his voice almost too sweet, but there was a chilling undertone to it. “We just want to keep you safe and happy.”

“Safe?” Felix echoed, bitterness lacing his words. “This isn’t safety. This is madness.”

But the others simply laughed softly, their eyes gleaming in the dim light of the van. Chan turned to him, his expression unyielding. “You’ll see, Felix. We’re going to make you understand how much we care for you. We just need to show you.”

Felix’s heart raced as dread settled in his stomach. He had an inkling of what they meant by that, and he could feel the walls closing in. Their love was possessive, twisted, and he was about to find out just how far they would go to enforce their control over him.

As the van pulled into the driveway of their home, Felix’s mind raced with thoughts of escape. But the reality was clear: there was nowhere to run. They had him, and they weren’t letting go.

The van doors swung open, and Felix was unceremoniously pulled out by Minho and Hyunjin, their grips unyielding. They marched him toward the door, the other members falling into step behind them, their energy electric with anticipation.

“Welcome home, Felix,” Chan said with a chilling smile as they crossed the threshold into the house. It felt less like a home and more like a fortress, filled with memories of their shared laughter now overshadowed by this new, ominous atmosphere.

Felix was led into the living room, where the dim lighting cast long shadows across the walls. The place was eerily quiet, save for the sound of their breaths, heavy with expectation. He scanned the room, looking for any way out, but the exit felt impossibly distant.

“Sit down,” Minho commanded, his voice sharp. Felix hesitated for a moment, but the threat in their eyes was clear, and he knew better than to defy them again. He lowered himself onto the couch, the fabric scratchy beneath him.

“Now, Felix,” Chan said, stepping forward, “we need to talk about your little escape attempt.”

Felix swallowed hard, his heart racing. “I—”

“Shh,” Hyunjin interrupted, a finger pressed to his lips. “No more excuses. We just want to help you. But you have to understand that this kind of behavior isn’t acceptable.”

Felix’s stomach churned as he realized that this wasn’t going to be a conversation; it was an interrogation. They weren’t looking for answers; they were looking for submission.

“What are you going to do?” Felix asked, trying to sound braver than he felt.

Minho’s smile was unsettling. “We’re going to teach you a lesson. One that will help you appreciate everything we do for you.”

Felix’s breath caught in his throat as the gravity of their words sank in. He felt like prey, surrounded by predators who were only just beginning to reveal their true nature. They were no longer his friends; they were his captors, and they were reveling in their power over him.

As they moved closer, Felix’s instincts kicked in. He stood up, heart pounding. “No! I won’t let you do this!”

But before he could react, they surged forward, each of them grappling with him, their hands strong and unyielding. He struggled, but it was like fighting against a tide; they were too coordinated, too focused.

“Stop it, Felix,” Jeongin said softly, almost tenderly, as he pressed down on Felix’s shoulders, forcing him back onto the couch. “We’re only doing this because we care about you. You need to understand that.”

Felix’s mind raced, panic flooding through him as they circled around him, their faces a blend of obsession and determination. They were ready to enforce their will, to break him down piece by piece until he complied.

“Please,” he whispered, desperation creeping into his voice. “You don’t have to do this.”

But the look in their eyes told him everything he needed to know. They were beyond reason, beyond compassion. Their love had morphed into something monstrous, and he was caught in the center of their web.

“Get ready to learn, Felix,” Minho said, leaning closer, his voice low and dangerous. “You’re going to understand just how much we love you.”

Felix’s heart sank as the reality of his situation crystallized around him. There was no escaping this. They had him, and they intended to make sure he understood just how deep their obsession ran.

As they closed in, Felix braced himself for whatever was to come, knowing that this moment marked the beginning of a new, terrifying chapter in his life. He was trapped, and there was no way out.