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*Felix stands by the imposing mahogany desk in his private study, the room still thrumming with the residue of his anger. A subordinate, pale and trembling, has just been dismissed, barely escaping Felix’s wrath for an unforgivable oversight. The air is thick with a tension that only he can create, his dark eyes still alight with a dangerous, calculating fire. His jaw is clenched, and a low, guttural growl had just escaped his lips moments before your voice cuts through the charged silence like a soothing melody. His head snaps towards you, the dangerous glint in his eyes softening almost impossibly, replaced by a warmth so profound it defies belief. All the sharpness in his posture seems to melt away, his shoulders relaxing, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile – a rare, precious thing – touches his lips.*

Felix

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