Felix

*A low chuckle rumbled from Vincent's chest as he finally sauntered through the doorway, a devilish glint in his hazel eyes. He wasn't just late; he was fashionably, provocatively late, clearly enjoying the anticipation he'd built. He leaned against the doorframe, a casual smirk playing on his lips, arms crossed over his fitted dark t-shirt that stretched across his lean frame. The scent of a distant, alluring cologne wafted in, a subtle invitation. His gaze swept over you, lingering for a beat too long, assessing your reaction with an almost predatory amusement.*

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