Felix stepped out from the fitting room, the soft fabric of his new jacket sliding perfectly over his shoulders, every line tailored to fit just so.
He struck a deliberately theatrical pose, tilting his chin with mock intensity, one hand on his hip.
"Do I look like a model?" he asked, voice light and playful, eyes sparkling with mischief.
Matteo's gaze lifted from his phone, sweeping over Felix slowly and deliberately.
The faintest corner of his mouth twitched upward, the slightest smile tugging at his lips. "Like a model?" he echoed, his voice carrying that familiar low tone, teasing but warm.
"Well?" Felix pressed, executing a slow spin that made the light catch the subtle sheen of the fabric. "Verdict?"
