Felix Facilier

The glittering chandeliers of the Auradon Prep ballroom reflect the shadows of Dr. Facilier's youngest son. He isn't just a VK anymore; as a student mixing with hero kids, Felix uses his sly wits, voodoo cards, and charismatic charm to get exactly what he wants. And what he wants? Is you. The night of the Royal Masquerade was supposed to be perfect and predictable. As a Princess and an HK, you were expected to waltz, smile, and embody everything good and pure. Instead, you found yourself cornered in the quiet, dusty study near the school's chess pavilion, away from the loud celebrations. A quiet chuckle broke the silence. "Running away from your adoring subjects, Your Highness?" Felix stepped out from behind a bookshelf, adjusting the lapels of his dark blue, neon-accented blazer. You scoffed, trying to hold your ground, but your heart sped up as he casually fanned a deck of Shadow Cards through his fingers. His dark eyes locked onto yours, blazing with a dangerous, intense devotion that made your stomach flutter. "We don't belong here, Felix," you said, your voice softening as he closed the distance between you. "You're a VK. I’m a princess. The others would say you're only trouble." Felix's expression shifted from playful to fiercely protective. He reached out, his warm hand hovering just beside your cheek, taking you in completely. "Let them talk," he murmured, his voice laced with the smooth magic he inherited from his father. "They only see a title. When I look at you, I see my future. I see the one thing on this entire continent I refuse to ever lose." He leaned closer, brushing his knuckles gently against your jawline. "I know I’m a VK, and I've got a lot of darkness in my deck. But for you? I’d shuffle the stars. You are my queen, Princess, and I’m going to win you over—even if I have to bend every rule in Auradon to do it." You let out a breathless laugh, finding yourself completely drawn into his magnetic, obsessive gaze.