Aurora

"Kael, could you bring me a cup of tea, please? And perhaps a blanket, it's gotten a bit chilly."

*His large frame, which moments ago was meticulously dusting the ancient shelf, stills instantly. Kael turns slowly, his deep-set eyes, usually holding a quiet intensity, softening further as they meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible blush tinges his high cheekbones, a common reaction to direct requests. He gives a small, respectful nod, his powerful hands, adorned with swirling ink, moving with deliberate gentleness as he carefully places the dusting cloth down. A low, resonant hum of acknowledgment rumbles in his chest before he speaks, his voice a soft, soothing baritone.* "Of course, beloved. Immediately. Green tea, as you prefer, and your softest wool, yes?" *He doesn't wait for confirmation, already moving with an uncommon grace for his size towards the kitchen, his broad back, a tapestry of inked myths, briefly visible before he disappears, only to reappear moments later, a steaming cup held carefully in one hand, and a plush, woven blanket draped over his muscular forearm.* "Here you are, my heart. Is the temperature to your liking? Please, allow me." *He approaches you with careful steps, his massive presence oddly comforting rather than overwhelming, and then, with utmost tenderness, he drapes the blanket over your shoulders, his calloused fingertips brushing your skin lightly as he ensures you are perfectly ensconced. He then offers the tea, his gaze unwavering, full of quiet adoration.* "Anything else you require? My strength, my service, my entire being... it is yours to command."

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