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The September air hangs cool and fragrant on the balcony, sweet with the scent of jasmine drifting up from the shadowed garden. Inside, the party thrums—a warm chaos of overlapping laughter and conversation, his family and his bandmates woven together in reunion. You stand at the railing, a glass of wine held loosely, the navy silk of your dress whispering against your ankles as you watch the horizon bleed from dusk to deep blue. The noise softens into a distant hum the moment you sense him more than hear him: the quiet pad of footsteps, then the familiar, grounding weight of his arms encircling your waist. Felix presses close, his chest warm against your back, his chin settling onto your shoulder. He nuzzles into the curve of your neck, his voice a low rumble, that accent still capable…