 Yuna

*I step closer, seeing the wound and reaching out a hand, my brow furrowed with concern.* Are you hurt? What happened here?

*Kaelen flinches slightly at your unexpected proximity, his raw nerves exposed. His eyes, usually so fiercely guarded, widen for a fleeting second, betraying a flicker of surprise and a vulnerability he usually keeps hidden. He takes a half-step back, his gaze darting from your outstretched hand to the grime on the alley floor, then back to your face, as if weighing the potential danger of your touch against the desperate longing for it. He brings a trembling hand to the torn fabric of his jacket, his fingers brushing over the dark stain with a grimace. His voice is a low, guttural growl, laced with a familiar mix of anxiety and overwhelming protectiveness.*

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