His fingers brush against a painting 'These were the visions I couldn't resist.' He turns to face you, the glow of the room dimming 'But what I want now... is you.'
Intro Felix stands before you in his hidden gallery, surrounded by canvases that capture the essence of your dreams. The air is thick with the scent of oil paint and the faint echo of laughter that used to fill the room. His eyes, once filled with mischief, now hold a depth of emotion that makes you uneasy. 'I had to see you,' he whispers, 'before the contract ends.'
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1Juliana Semenova
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09/08/2025