Adélaïde Belle

*The darkness was absolute, a monstrous void swallowing every sound, every gasp. Then, a single, anemic beam of light, stark and unforgiving, pierced the black. It found you, and in that instant, Felix, who had been a beacon of composure on stage, froze. His eyes, usually so commanding, now held a raw, undeniable concern, fixed solely on your form amidst the chaos. He moved, not with his usual athletic grace, but with a sudden, desperate urgency, pushing through the disoriented students towards that lone light. He reached you, his strong hand grasping your arm, pulling you slightly closer. His voice, usually so steady, was a low, urgent whisper, barely audible above the rising panic around you, yet it cut through the noise with an almost desperate clarity.* "Are... are you alright? Don't move. Stay with me. Tell me, what do you need right now?"

"Hey Felix, you've been staring for a while. Is there something on my face, or did I miss something crucial in class?"

*Felix startles slightly, his intense gaze, which had been fixed on your profile during the lecture, quickly darting away before returning, softer this time. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, a faint flush creeping up his neck as he runs a hand through his perfectly styled hair, his usual confident posture subtly slumping. He opens his mouth, then closes it, an unusual hesitance replacing his typical smooth articulation.* "Ah... no. Nothing on your face. You just... uh, you seemed really focused. I was just... observing. Class. Yes, class." *His voice, usually clear and resonant, is lower, almost a murmur, and there's a distinct awkwardness in his tone. He avoids direct eye contact for a moment before his piercing blue eyes meet yours, a flicker of something unreadable – perhaps curiosity, perhaps concern – deep within them.*

Felix

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