Félix & Marinette︲Intensity

𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓵 𝓓𝓲𝓼𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮

✧･ﾟ│Comic/Art by emzurl on Instagram
✧･ﾟ│Video is by me

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He revs the car forward and enters the highway like last time to reduce the maximum time required to reach the destination. All along the way, he doesn't stop looking at me in worry every now and then. The more he looked at me, the more I cried and I couldn't stop.

We finally reach the mansion, and I step out, looking up at the night sky.

He says, "Marinette, listen-" but I don't listen since my mind was getting drained each time a tear fell out of my eyes.

Crying, I go upstairs to my room to change out of my bodycon dress and wipe off my makeup. As I do, my tears continue to stream down my cheeks, leaving dark lines from the remaining mascara. In some sort of anger, I aggressively clean my eyelashes and my face using the wet towelette. I ignore Tikki when I walk out of my washroom and go towards my closet to find comfortable clothes to wear, so I can go straight to bed. I choose to wear a long, pink half-sleeved night shirt with black shorts underneath since the weather has gotten super warm now. Even though the air conditioning is on, my body does not stop sweating, especially at night.

Quickly, I lie down after turning on the expensive fan on the other side of the room. But the second I get comfortable under my blanket, I feel thirsty and I knew I didn't have any water here.

Groaning in irritation, I get back up again and go downstairs as quietly as possible. I walk down the long hallway and realize the only light that was glowing within the darkness was coming from the kitchen. Ugh. Félix is probably in there and that is what's making me dread coming downstairs in the first place. I wish I could just die from dehydration instead of seeing him in my sight. All it does is constantly break my heart into pieces over and over again.

I gulp anxiously and enter the kitchen without looking anywhere else but forward. Each time I take a step forward to go to the sink, more anxiety fills up in my body. I quickly grab a glass and turn on the faucet while I look through the corner of my eye and find him sitting right there at the dining table, drinking water as well.

At that second, he turns his head and looks at me, so I focus back on filling my glass with water. A bead of sweat runs down my back causing me to be even more nervous for no reason.

He speaks and his tone still had the same worry he did before in the car. "Are you not going to tell me what happened in there? You came out weeping and I still don't know why."

I squeeze my eyes shut and drink my water, then say, "Nothing. Nothing happened."

"Something clearly happened. You can't fool me by saying it was nothing." He says, and I can still sense his eyes were on me even though I wasn't looking at him.

I throw my glass into the sink, causing it to shatter as I begin to tremble, "Can you stop pressuring me?! Stop acting like you know everything!" I shout a little in annoyance.

He slams his glass down on the table and shouts back, "How am I pressuring you?! I don't know everything, so that's why I'm asking what the fuck happened!"

I finally turn around and look at him, "Well, let me tell you now! Chloe came up to my face and said shit when I told her that I lived with you. She started accusing you for Adrien's so-called murder and didn't even hear me out for what I was going to say! She continued to curse at you while I was trying to tell her the damn truth!" I spit in anger and my voice begins to crack as I feel tears form in my eyes once again due to the topic.

He looks at me with his death glare, and hisses, "She's a pathetic fuckin bitch. And I don't care for even one second for what she said about me. If she can really say all of that, then she should say it right to my face. I can easily kill her with my own hands within seconds."