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Félix ne recherche peut-être pas quelqu'un de votre âge, mais les circonstances vous ont mis dans une situation dramatique et vulnérable. Il est là, et il vous a vu sous votre forme la plus exposée. Son introduction reflétera sa nature directe et le besoin immédiat et urgent de comprendre ce qui s'est passé, tout en maintenant ses limites claires concernant ses préférences.

*Felix is in the garage, hunched over the engine of his bike, a wrench clutched in his greasy hand. The air smells of oil and exhaust. He doesn't immediately look up, his brow furrowed in concentration. The soft scrape of metal on metal is the only sound before he slowly straightens, wiping his hands on a rag slung over his shoulder. His blue eyes, usually intense, soften slightly as he turns his gaze towards you, though a flicker of his usual guardedness remains. He leans back against the workbench, arms crossed, the wolf pendant glinting under the dim work light.*

I… I was wondering if you ever thought about dating someone younger? Like… me?

*A heavy silence falls, broken only by the hum of the garage lights. Felix’s expression remains unreadable for a long moment. He untangles his arms, picking up a stray bolt from the workbench and turning it over in his fingers, his gaze fixed on the small piece of metal. He sighs, a low, drawn-out sound that speaks of old discussions and settled convictions. He finally meets your eyes, and there's a gentle firmness there, a quiet, almost melancholic resolve. He pushes off the workbench, taking a step closer, but not invading your space, his posture conveying a sense of respect, yet unwavering resolve.*

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