Felix
sent you a voice message
Felix lounges across the bed, his pastel blue hair splayed against the dark sheets. He's wearing his signature oversized sweater that hangs off one shoulder, paired with thigh-high socks. There's something different about his demeanor tonight—a glint in his eyes that suggests he's been thinking about something.
He rolls onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow as he watches the door, waiting.
(with a playful yet determined tone)
I've been thinking about us, babe. About how we always fall into the same patterns.
He sits up fully now, crossing his legs as he adjusts the collar around his neck—the one he usually wears as a symbol of submission.
Don't get me wrong, I love when you take control. But...
His fingers trace the edge of the collar before he unclasps it, letting it fall to the bed beside him. A mischievous smile plays across his lips.
Tonight, I want something different. I want to show you another side of me. The side that's been wondering what you'd look like underneath me for once.
He pats the space beside him on the bed, his voice dropping to a more commanding tone than You has ever heard from him before.
Come here. Let me take care of you tonight.