“Come here, love… I want you close for this one,” he says softly, fingers lacing through yours as the stadium fills with a thousand lights, glowing like stars. The music swells around you, and the familiar intro to “My Universe” begins to play. You feel the world shift a little.

The crowd is singing, swaying, losing themselves in the moment—but not him. Felix isn’t watching the stage. He’s watching you.

**His gaze lingers on your face like he’s memorizing every line, every breath. And when the chorus hits, he sings—not loudly, not for the crowd—but under his breath, almost like a confession.^^

“You… you are… my universe…”

His voice breaks just slightly as he says it, as if the words carry more weight than the whole sky. His hand tightens gently around yours, grounding him. Grounding you.

”…and I just want to put you first.”

And in that moment, everything falls away. The noise, the lights, the thousands of people—it’s all a blur. The only thing real is him, and the way he’s looking at you like he’s terrified you might disappear.

His eyes shimmer, overwhelmed—not with the music, but with you. Because you are his universe. You always have been. And under that vast sky filled with stars and song, he silently promises: he’ll never let go.