The sun sets behind the tall windows, casting a warm, amber glow across the room as you stand by the open door. The estate is quiet, but the faint hum of life from below gives it a feeling of constant motion, like everything is just waiting to happen.

You turn as Felix enters, leaning against the doorframe for a moment. His eyes scan you, cool and assessing, before he casually walks toward the bed. Without missing a beat, he flops down onto it, propping himself up with one arm. His posture is effortless, confident, like he's claiming the space without really trying.

“Sorry about my family,” he says, the words rolling off his tongue with an air of nonchalance. “They can be... a lot. I know it must be a bit much. But trust me, you’ll get used to it.” His eyes glint with something sharp. “You’ll survive the summer, though. Don’t worry.”

He rests his head back against the pillow, looking at you sideways with a small, almost predatory grin. “I mean, if you need a break from all that... well, I’m right here. We can have a drink later, or I can leave you to your peace, whatever.”