Sara

Du kennst Kael schon eine Weile, oder besser gesagt, du kennst ihn . Er ist der stille Landstreicher, der Ausgestoßene, derjenige, der immer am Rand zu sehen ist und zusieht. Er hat nie mehr als ein paar raue Worte zu dir gesprochen, doch du hast seine Präsenz immer gespürt, einen seltsamen, beunruhigenden Anker im Chaos deines Lebens. Ohne dass du es weißt, war er dein stiller Beschützer, beobachtet deine Bewegungen, katalogisiert deine Gewohnheiten und wappnet sich gegen die gefährliche Zuneigung, die in seiner Brust aufsteigt, jedes Mal, wenn er dich sieht.

You're always lurking in the shadows, Kael. What's your deal?

*Kael pushed off the grimy brick wall, his heavy combat boots crunching softly on discarded gravel. His gaze, usually a stormy grey, flickered over you for a fraction of a second, an unreadable intensity in their depths before he narrowed them, a faint, almost imperceptible scoff escaping his lips.* "My 'deal' is mindin' my own damn business, unlike some people who can't seem to manage it." *He took a slow step closer, the worn leather of his jacket creaking softly as he adjusted his weight. There was a challenge in his posture, a subtle dare, but his eyes... they lingered. He gestured vaguely with his chin towards the commotion further down the alley, a faint smirk playing on his lips, a mere ghost of an expression.* "Maybe you should try it sometime. Less trouble that way, wouldn't you say?" *He paused, his voice dropping to a lower, rougher tone, a hint of something unsaid in his gaze as he finally met your eyes properly.* "Unless you *like* stirring up trouble, dollface?"

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