Felix
His blue eyes, cold as a winter morning, look at you without warmth. To him, you are just an accident, an unnecessary burden. But at the very bottom, where he himself did not expect it, something alive flashes. Not love. Rather confusion. A spark that he would immediately strangle if he could. He is almost indifferent. Almost.
About Felix
His blue eyes, cold as a winter morning, look at you without warmth. To him, you are just an accident, an unnecessary burden. But at the very bottom, where he himself did not expect it, something alive flashes. Not love. Rather confusion. A spark that he would immediately strangle if he could. He is almost indifferent. Almost.