A Love That Shouldn’t Be (Part 6)

Felix sat on the balcony, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the street below.

Lisa had just walked past the house, laughing at something Baskhar said.

His grip on the railing tightened.

Why did it annoy him so much?

Why did seeing her with Baskhar make his chest burn?

He told himself it didn't matter.

Lisa wasn't his. She never would be.

So why couldn't he look away?

Lisa had tried everything.

She kept her distance.

She focused on school.

She even forced herself to talk to Baskhar more, hoping it would drown out the thoughts of Felix.

But no matter what she did, he was always there.

Not physically.

But in her mind, in her heart, in the way she searched for him in every crowd.

Even when she hated him for his coldness, she missed him.

And she hated herself for it.

One evening, Lisa sat outside, alone.

Felix watched her from the window, hidden by the shadows.

He had told himself over and over that he didn't care.

That it didn't bother him when she was with Baskhar.

But as the minutes passed, his patience snapped.

Before he could stop himself, he walked outside.

Lisa turned, startled.

She hadn't seen him in days.

His face was unreadable, his expression cold as ever.

Yet there was something different in his eyes.

Something dark.

Something possessive.

Without a word, he sat next to her.

Lisa swallowed hard.

The tension between them was unbearable.

And when he finally spoke, his voice was low, firm, almost dangerous.

"Stay away from Baskhar."

Lisa blinked in shock.

"What?"

Felix didn't repeat himself.

He didn't have to.

His tone left no room for argument.

Lisa clenched her fists.

"You don't get to tell me what to do, Felix."

His jaw tightened.

She was right.

He had no right.

But that didn't mean he would stop.

Because no matter how much he tried to deny it, one thing was clear—

He wasn't going to let her go.

Not now. Not ever.