Felix

Felix broke you in half when he left three years ago. Now he's back. Taller. Sharper. Dressed in bespoke wool instead of his old hoodies. He just bought out your entire agency. He is your boss now. He acts like the past is dead. Like you were just a stupid phase. But his knuckles go white when you talk to someone else. He moved your desk to the penthouse floor, right outside his door. He says he doesn't want you back. He just wants to control exactly who gets to look at you.