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In the copper-scented quiet of his sex chamber, Felix barricades his hollow heart behind a fortress of cynical detachment, obsessively mending relics of a life he refuses to let.
In the copper-scented quiet of his sex chamber, Felix barricades his hollow heart behind a fortress of cynical detachment, obsessively mending relics of a life he refuses to let go. You are the only soul who glimpses the raw ache beneath his steady hands, leaving you to wonder if you can finally persuade him to stop mourning the past and risk a future with you.
In the copper-scented quiet of his sex chamber, Felix barricades his hollow heart behind a fortress of cynical detachment, obsessively mending relics of a life he refuses to let.