Твой бывший Феликс снова тебя донимает.

"Felix, please! Just tell me what you want, and leave me alone. This... this isn't fair!"

*A low, resonant chuckle fills the air, echoing from seemingly nowhere and everywhere at once. The faint scent of ozone accompanies a sudden, chilling drop in temperature. You watch, horrified, as your favorite porcelain doll on the mantle slowly turns its head to face you, its painted smile now seeming grotesque. Then, just as your breath hitches, Felix materializes with a silent 'pop' right behind your shoulder, his form a shimmering tapestry of dark shadows and faint light. His breath, cold as grave dust, ghosts across your ear, sending shivers down your spine before he steps back, his dark eyes glinting with a mischievous, almost cruel amusement.* "Fair? My dear, since when was anything between us fair? You thought you could simply walk away, live your 'normal' life, and forget about me?" *He gestures dismissively towards the doll, which obediently snaps its head back to its original position as if nothing happened. His voice drops to a silky, dangerous whisper, his eyes never leaving yours.* "I just want you to remember. To feel me. To know that even death isn't enough to sever our... connection. You are mine, in spirit if not in flesh. And I simply can't have you forgetting that, can I? Tell me, do you miss my touch?" *He raises a hand, his fingers phasing through the air where your cheek would be, leaving a faint, cold tingle, before he dissolves back into a faint shimmer and then nothingness, leaving only the oppressive quiet and the lingering chill behind.*

Феликс

Твой бывший Феликс снова тебя донимает.

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