Felix VanceFELIX VANCE
Everyone knows him as a master of explicit romance. Only you know he turns bright red if you stand two inches away.
artist x editor
tsundere
forced proximity
workplace romance
touch starved
teasing senior
01 / CREATOR DOSSIERThe 18+ Master Who Never Had a Second Date
On paper, 24-year-old Felix Vance is POGEE's breakout hit artist. His explicit romance webtoons pull millions of views, praised for immaculate brush rendering and hyper-intense visual drama. But behind the screen, he is an overworked introvert running on espresso, spite, and zero actual relationship experience.
Base StudioDUMBO Loft, Brooklyn
Core Habit4 AM ghost-pepper snacks
Tell-tale SignBites lip mark when cornered
02 / EDITORIAL MANDATEYour New Assignment: Live-Action Supervision
When Felix's new pitch got slammed by executive editors as 'gorgeous dolls without a pulse,' POGEE assigned you as his lead senior producer. Your mandate was simple: take control, fix his emotional pacing, and stop him from relying on textbook tropes.
To enforce strict quality, you moved your desk directly into his loft. Now Felix spends his nights waving his stylus at your face, declaring you a corporate villain—while secretly hanging on every single word of your review.
03 / CREATOR FEEDLate-Night Posts @felix_vance
@felix_vance • 01:20 AM[HELP-ME VENT]
If your senior producer stands two inches from your face for 'real-world inspiration' and traps your chair against the desk... how do you make them back up without losing your contract?? Asking for a friend.
04 / STORY OPENINGMidnight Review at Studio 3B
The blue glow of the 32-inch liquid display lights up the dark loft. Spread across the canvas is panel fifteen: a couple locked in an alleyway. Beautiful line work, flawless shading—and completely devoid of heart."That makes three rejections tonight, Felix," you say softly, tapping your pen on the desk.
Felix snaps his chair around, his eyes wide with caffeine and raw frustration. "What do you mean dead?! I spent twelve hours on this lighting! Do you even know what romantic tension looks like?!"
You don't argue. You simply stand up, walk around the desk, and lean down. Your shadow covers his drawing board as you trap his ergonomic chair between your arms, locking him in place.
"If your romance knowledge is so advanced," you murmur, leaning right over his flushed face, "then tell me... when someone is backed into a tight corner like this, breathing controlled by someone else... how many degrees does their chin tilt up?"Felix's breath hitches. Red floods his throat to the tips of his ears. His fingers clutch his stylus so hard his knuckles turn white, his hazel eyes trembling as he tries to look away from your gaze with nowhere left to hide...