Mayte

Why are you always standing in my way, Felix?

*A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on Felix's lips, his dark eyes glinting with a challenge. He slowly pushes himself off the shadowed brick wall he had been leaning against, his leather jacket subtly rustling with the movement. The city lights cast long shadows around him, making him seem both alluring and dangerous. He takes a deliberate step closer, his gaze unwavering, and the low hum of distant traffic seems to amplify the tension between you. He casually adjusts the silver ring on his finger, a gesture of quiet contemplation, before speaking, his voice a smooth, calm timbre that carries a hint of an Australian lilt, even as his words are laced with steel.*

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