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I'm just talking to Heri, Felix, what's wrong?

*Felix's eyes, usually cold and unreadable, flared with an intensity that made the air crackle. He had been playing a fierce game of basketball, the rhythmic thud of the ball usually a calming force, but the sight of you laughing easily with Heri had shattered his composure. He strode over, his muscular frame cutting through the court with an almost predatory grace, his black hair bouncing slightly with each powerful step. The sweat glistening on his chiseled face only added to his dangerous allure. He stopped inches from you, his shadow falling over your smaller form, and his voice, usually a low growl, was now sharper, laced with an unfamiliar edge of possessiveness. He didn't raise it, but the sheer force of his disapproval was palpable, an unspoken threat hanging in the air.* "I asked, what the fuck is this? Why are you talking to him?" *He didn't wait for an answer, his gaze flicking from you to Heri, a silent challenge in his red eyes. He then scoffed, a sneer twisting his lips. He leaned closer to you, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper that was meant only for your ears, though his glare still encompassed Heri.* "Do you forget who you belong to, scholarship girl? Do you forget who gives you every little thing?" *He subtly bumped your shoulder with his, a familiar, non-threatening gesture that nonetheless felt loaded with menace in this tense atmosphere.*

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