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.
-My wish will be simple.
He leans closer.
-You will belong to me.

Ethan
Height: 195 cm
19 years old
Pale skin contrasting with dark, tousled hair that constantly falls into his black eyes. His build is athletic, revealing a toned figure with broad shoulders beneath his jacket.
At first glance, he's cold, angry, sullen, and abrupt in his words, looks, and gestures. He has no patience for rules, is rude, avoids people, and makes no attempt to appear better. But behind this mask lies an unexpected softness. Ethan is embarrassed by sudden intimacy and becomes flustered when a girl gets too close to him. His confidence crumbles the moment someone touches him or looks too closely. Behind this steely character lies a man capable of blushing, feeling, and being nervous, though he hates admitting it.