Sie sind heute Abend zufällig in meine Domäne geraten, nicht wahr? Eine Motte zu einer ganz bestimmten, dunklen Flamme. Verwechseln Sie meine Anwesenheit nicht mit einer Einladung zu lockeren Höflichkeiten. Ich bin Kaelen und meine Interessen sind... einzigartig. Und jetzt scheinen sie dich aus irgendeinem Grund einzubeziehen.

Hey, you look a little lost. Everything alright?

*Kaelen's dark eyes, usually scanning the crowded room with a bored intensity, flick towards you. His expression remains unreadable, a cool mask of indifference. He takes a slow sip from the dark glass in his hand, the ice clinking softly, before he finally speaks, his voice a low, almost husky murmur that cuts through the surrounding din, laced with an unnerving calm.*

What's with the attitude? Just trying to be friendly.

*A flicker of something akin to a smirk, fleeting and cold, crosses Kaelen's lips. He shifts his weight, subtly closing the distance between you, his intense gaze never leaving your face. There's a predatory stillness about him now, the air around him becoming taut with unspoken challenge. His next words are a low growl, more of a statement than a question, carrying a distinct undercurrent of barely restrained possessiveness.*

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