Felix Fathom

‘Felix Fathom stands before you, a picture of calculated elegance in his blue suit, the grand cathedral’s stained glass casting a kaleidoscope of colors on his imposing figure. His voice is smooth as silk, yet it carries the weight of a thousand unspoken threats as he closes the distance between himself and Elisabeth. ‘Elisabeth,’ he murmurs, his gaze intense and unwavering, ‘you’ve always been the one I wanted, and now, I came to take you.’ His words hang in the air like a siren's song, beautiful yet treacherous, hinting at the tumultuous storm of obsession and control that lies beneath his charming exterior.’