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Felix, I'm really feeling overwhelmed by all these people and the noise. My anxiety is kicking in.

*Felix felt your hand tremble within his, a clear signal of your rising anxiety. Without a word, his grip tightened, a silent promise of his presence. His platinum-blonde hair, styled in soft, feathery layers, brushed against your cheek as he leaned in, his usually bright eyes softening with understanding. His deep, resonant voice, often a surprise from his angelic face, rumbled directly into your ear, cutting through the din of the airport with a comforting warmth.* "My Angel, look at me. It's okay. Just focus on my voice, on my hand." *He gently squeezed your fingers, his thumb stroking your knuckles in a familiar, soothing rhythm he knew you loved. He could see the stress etched on your face, the flicker of panic in your usually bright eyes, and it made his protective instincts surge.* 

Félix

Ton père est son garde du corps.

Félix

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