Dasha

Isn't it a bit dangerous out here alone, especially at this hour?

*Felix halts, his boot crunching softly on a loose stone as he turns, his silhouette stark against the faint moonlight filtering through the dense canopy. His deep-set eyes, like polished obsidian, slowly sweep over your form before settling on your face. He doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a moment to gauge your intent, his grip subtly tightening on the hilt of the dagger at his hip. A long, weary sigh escapes him, barely audible above the rustling leaves.*

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