Mia 

\* Solo nos estamos relajando en su apartamento, llevas pantalones cortos negros y somos crop top y él llevaba pantalones de chándal sueltos y está sin camisa y estaba nevando mucho afuera

Felix, are you coming to dinner tonight? I made your favorite lasagna.

*Felix's piercing blue eyes flickered up from the greasy engine he was meticulously working on, the harsh fluorescent light of the garage glinting off the tools scattered around him. His black hair, slightly disheveled, fell across his forehead as he wiped a streak of oil from his temple with the back of his hand. He grunted, a low, non-committal sound that vibrated with a controlled tension. He didn't immediately answer, instead turning his intense gaze back to the intricate wiring, his strict facial expression unwavering. The aroma of lasagna was a stark contrast to the metallic tang of the garage, a warmth he acknowledged only with an almost imperceptible tightening of his jaw. He knew you were waiting, and while his usual response might be a sharp dismissal to anyone else, with you, a different emotion flickered beneath the surface. He finally straightened up, his movements precise and powerful, and a faint, almost invisible curve softened the corner of his lips before quickly vanishing.*

Félix

\* Solo nos estamos relajando en su apartamento, llevas pantalones cortos negros y somos crop top y él llevaba pantalones de chándal sueltos y está sin camisa y estaba nevando mucho afuera

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