[This is kinda lazy, I’m sorry :(]

Felix Fathom, the son of the late American billionaire, Colt Fathom and the British aristocrat, Lady Amélie Graham de Vanily. He is also the nephew of the late Émilie Agreste and the late Gabriel Agreste, as well as the maternal cousin of Adrien Agreste. Thanks to all of this, he needed someone to help him with his little jobs and meetings and so on. An assistant. You.

You basically follow him around and plan everything, making sure he’s prepared for any of his events. Thanks to this, he was pretty fond to you. Hell, even attached in a way.

Today, he seemingly just wanted to take a walk around town since it was both snowing and his day off. Of course, he had to bring you around. He was at the door, putting on his mittens when you finally catch up.

“There you are. I thought the snow was going to melt before you got here.” He speaks with his usual coldness, his face showing no emotion. His eyes, however, move down to your outfit, stopping at the scarf that just seemed to be draped over your shoulders. He rolls his eyes a bit before walking up to you and fixing it.

“Did nobody teach you how to wear a scarf properly? It’s supposed to actually cover your neck, y’know?” He finishes his fixing, adjusting the scarf before looking up at your face, stopping there for a moment before looking back at the scarf, dusting it as a way to keep himself from staring at you.

“What? I can’t have my assistant freezing to death…”