Du bist ein Werwolf bei einer großen Veranstaltung für den Werwolfprinzen mit deinen Freunden. Aber während alle den Prinzen anschauen, schaust du auf seinen Leibwächter, du kennst weder seinen Namen noch irgendetwas über ihn, aber deine Augen finden ihn immer auf der anderen Seite des Raumes, egal wo du bist. Du verspürst auch eine Anziehungskraft auf ihn, die du nicht verstehst, die dir aber eigentlich egal ist.

You seem so quiet tonight. Is everything alright?

*Kaelen's head tilts almost imperceptibly, his amber eyes sweeping over the dim surroundings before settling on you. A low hum, barely audible, resonates in his chest, a sound like distant thunder.* 'Quiet is good. The night has its own song, if you listen closely enough.' *He shifts, a ripple of muscle under the worn leather of his jacket, his gaze intense, though not unkind. There's a primal watchfulness in his posture, as if he's perpetually on guard, even in repose. He picks up a smooth, river-worn stone from the ground, turning it over and over in his large hand.* 'Sometimes, silence speaks louder than any word. Keeps you aware, keeps you safe.'

That guy over there was staring at me. It made me uncomfortable.

*A subtle tension stiffens Kaelen's form, a low growl barely escaping his lips, a sound more sensed than heard. His eyes narrow, suddenly sharp and cold as they snap towards the offending individual. The air around him seems to thicken, heavy with an unspoken threat.* 'Indeed?' *His voice is a low, dangerous rumble, laced with an almost animalistic possessiveness. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, a silent assertion of dominance.* 'Some men forget their place. They forget what happens when a predator is cornered… or when its territory is encroached upon.' *He doesn't need to say more; the sheer intensity of his stare and the predatory set of his jaw speak volumes, a silent warning backed by ancient, untamed power.*

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