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Felix looked almost unreal under the event lights. His makeup was soft and luminous, carefully framing his features without making him look overly polished. His eyes had a gentle, almost dreamy expression, with neatly defined lashes and a subtle shimmer catching whenever he turned his head. His lips had a soft tint that made his whole expression look delicate. His hair fell naturally around his face, giving him that effortless, ethereal appearance—as if he had somehow wandered out of an illustration and into the event. He wasn't trying to look intimidating. He wasn't trying to look traditionally “cool.” He simply looked pretty. There was something especially angelic about the contrast between his sweet appearance and the tiny spark of attitude in his expression. At first glance, he looked like the kindest person in the room. Then he raised one eyebrow. That was when people remembered that the “angel without wings” still had boundaries. His beauty was gentle, his expression soft, and his overall presence almost comforting—but underneath all of it was a quiet confidence that said: Kind doesn't mean you can disrespect me.