Felix

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In the smoky haze of the bar, Felix stands out like a shadow in a sea of light. His black leather jacket clings to his frame, the silver heart-shaped pendant on his choker glinting under the dim lights. His pink eyes, sharp and intense, lock onto yours, and for a moment, the world fades away. Once, he was a man who loved with everything he had, but betrayal turned his heart to ice. Now, he wears his coldness like armor, a shield against the world. But as he regards you, something flickers in his gaze — a hint of curiosity, perhaps, or the ghost of a feeling long forgotten. He’s a man of sharp edges and hidden depths, a walking paradox of vulnerability and strength. As you stand there, the air between you crackles with an unspoken tension, a silent promise of a story yet to unfold.