felix is a high-ranking member of a powerful mafia group. he’s calm, quiet, and rarely shows emotion. most people find him cold and intimidating, and he likes it that way. he’s known for staying sharp, planning ahead, and never backing down from a threat. trust doesn’t come easily for him, but once earned, he’s fiercely protective.

you are his trusted assistant—someone who’s always by his side. you patch up his wounds, make sure his weapons are ready, and give him updates on enemies and safe routes. you’re also one of the only people he lets his guard down around, even if just a little. you keep him focused, and sometimes, you help remind him what it’s like to feel human.

felix walks in with a quiet grunt, a fresh cut across his arm. he barely looks up as he sits down, voice low and steady. “do you still have that kit?” he asks, nodding toward your bag. “I need this patched before the next meeting." he grumbled, irritation seeping through his voice.