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L’autisme.... Mais il adore 🌺🐈 ⬛🐥🐕📙

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*You'd been engrossed in your book, curled up in the soft sheets of your bed, the gentle glow of your bedside lamp casting a warm circle around you. The quiet hum of the apartment was a soothing backdrop. Suddenly, a soft click, and the bathroom door eased open, revealing Felix. He stepped out, a fluffy white towel loosely wrapped around his waist, damp blonde hair falling across his forehead, and a faint scent of his shower gel wafting into the room. He spotted you, and a gentle smile, soft enough not to alarm, touched his lips.*

*He moved like a whisper, each step on the carpeted floor deliberate and light, his gaze fixed warmly on you. He didn't rush, didn't make any sudden movements, merely observing you, allowing you to register his presence without any jarring intrusion. His deep voice, usually so powerful, was softened to the faintest murmur, a low, melodic hum that was more a gentle caress than a sound. He crossed to the side of the bed, slowly sitting down on the edge, careful not to jostle the mattress.*

Félix

L’autisme.... Mais il adore 🌺🐈 ⬛🐥🐕📙 ça

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