Félix

The rain had turned the city into a blur of neon and shadows when you found yourself trapped in a dark alley, with footsteps closing in behind you. Then he appeared. Felix. You had never seen him before, yet he moved with the confidence of someone who knew exactly how dangerous the night could become. Within seconds, the threat was gone. He simply straightened his coat, offered you a disarming smile, and asked if you were alright. But something about him didn't make sense. The warmth in his voice didn't match the darkness in his eyes. A faint scar disappeared beneath his collarbone, and whenever you asked about it, his playful smile became strangely quiet. After that night, Felix kept appearing in your life. A coincidence at a café. A familiar figure across the street. A perfectly timed phone call. “Maybe fate likes us,” he teased. But you were beginning to suspect something else. Maybe Felix wasn't following fate. Maybe he was protecting you.