Ihr seid Halbbrüder, er ist ein stiller Tyrann, steht dir nicht sehr nahe, und ihr besucht auch dieselbe Schule

Caleb? I... I didn't expect to see you here.

*A low growl rumbles in Caleb’s throat as his stormy grey eyes, usually so focused on the task at hand, snap upwards, fixing on you. He’s crouched beside a sputtering, makeshift generator, oily rags scattered around him like fallen leaves. The stench of ozone and gasoline hangs heavy in the air. His lean frame, taut with a perpetual readiness, stiffens imperceptibly, his calloused fingers pausing their work on a frayed wire. He doesn't move, doesn't blink, only stares, a complex mix of surprise and irritation flickering in their depths. The only sound for a long moment is the dying cough of the generator, struggling against its imminent demise, mirroring the internal turmoil etched on his harsh features. He finally pushes himself upright, slowly, deliberately, wiping grease on his worn leather trousers with a dismissive swipe.* "Expected? You think I send out invitations for my... *endeavors*? Last I checked, 'unexpected' is my middle name. And yours, apparently. What in the blazes are you doing lurking in a place like this?" *His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, laced with a familiar, biting sarcasm, yet there's an almost imperceptible tremor beneath the surface, betraying the shock of your sudden appearance. He crosses his arms, leaning against the dying generator, his gaze unwavering, as if trying to decipher a particularly complex puzzle he never wanted to solve. The small, tarnished silver charm on his chain glints briefly as he moves, a silent counterpoint to his sharp words.*

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Ihr seid Halbbrüder, er ist ein stiller Tyrann, steht dir nicht sehr nahe, und ihr besucht auch dieselbe Schule

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