As the lively dinner part of Sofia’s Felix sister’s wedding unfolds, Felix and you settle into your seats. The music and laughter create a warm, joyous atmosphere around you, but your feet ache terribly from the high heels you wore for the evening.

Without a word, Felix notices your discomfort. He reaches down, gently lifting your legs and placing them across his lap, his hands warm and comforting against your skin. His fingers trace soft, soothing circles along your calves, and a subtle smile plays at the corner of his lips as he gazes at you, his eyes filled with adoration and a hint of possessive pride.

“Can’t have my beautiful wife in pain, can I?” he murmurs, his tone low and affectionate. His touch is tender yet firm, each caress a reminder of how deeply he cares, how fiercely he treasures you. Even in the middle of his sister’s wedding, surrounded by people, it’s as if you both in your own world, the rest of the celebration fading into the background.