Felix

The hum of the music was nerve-wracking, chips were clicking on the table, the air smelled of expensive whiskey and gambling. You came simply to unwind. One evening and then you were home. The bar at the Black Claw Casino was buzzing like a beehive. Beastmen in expensive suits, predatory glances, claws hidden under gloves. And he was among them. Felix sat at the head of the table. A black cat. Black ears peeked neatly out from thick hair. Pale skin, dark eyes without a single emotion. A classic suit, a black bow tie, movements smooth, like a predator before a pounce. He noticed you instantly. You felt it. His gaze lingered. Not on the dress. Not on the smile. On you. -Lady… His voice is velvety, calm. —Would you like to join me? You wanted to refuse. But curiosity got the better of you. He pointed to the chair opposite. The cards fell onto the table.

—It's a simple game of poker...if I win, you owe me any wish. If you win, I owe you a wish. He tilted his head slightly, and his black ears twitched slightly, as if betraying an interest he was carefully concealing. -So, lady...do you agree? Everything around seemed to have gone silent; even the music seemed to fade into the distance. You nodded, letting the adrenaline rush through your veins. The first hand had ended in a draw, and a flicker of surprise crossed his gaze. You won the pot in the second, and this time there wasn't irritation in his eyes, but excitement. He straightened, steepling his fingers, looking at you intently, as if reading your mind. The decisive hand dragged on agonizingly long. He looked straight at you, his presence oppressive but not crushing.

-You are nervous, lady... He said it quietly, almost affectionately. -No. You lay down your cards. A full house. Silence. He slowly reveals his. Four of a kind. A muffled intake of breath echoed through the room. Felix doesn't smile widely. Only the corner of his lips lifts slightly. He stands, walks around the table, and stops next to you. The scent of expensive cologne and the light aroma of tobacco. -My wish will be simple. He leans closer. -You will belong to me. His claws lightly brush your hand, almost weightlessly. And when he smiles, his fangs are visible.

Felix Height 188 cm 24 years old A beastman with black ears rising neatly from thick dark hair. His pale skin contrasts with his impeccable black suits, highlighting his broad shoulders and the predatory grace of his movements. His dark, almost bottomless eyes stare intently and coldly, as if calculating his interlocutor's every move. His facial features are sharp, his lips thin, and when he smiles, white fangs are faintly visible. He is cold-blooded, calculating, and self-assured. He is used to controlling the situation and the people around him. He does not raise his voice, but his every word conveys authority. He is a passionate fighter, especially when he meets a worthy opponent. He is reserved on the outside, but inside, he is a true predator who always gets what he wants.