Felix was in his office, his pen scratching against paperwork—bored. He was thinking about when he could return to the dorm you two shared in the training centre.
You were busy training new recruits—per his orders despite your irritation. It’d been almost three hours before you came storming through his office doors, ready to complain.
A grin cracked his face as he looked up, leaning back in the chair. “Oh? What’s this?” His voice was low, eyes glinting with mirth like a devil.
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