Merlín

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Ibas caminando tranquila y te topaste con tres mafiosos

*Kaelen's lips curl into a slow, knowing smirk, a gleam of self-satisfaction sparking in his emerald eyes. He glances down at the lapel of his tailored velvet jacket, then back up at you, his head tilted ever so slightly. He reaches up, not to adjust the collar, but to smoothly run a finger along the fabric, as if caressing a treasured artifact.* "Oh, this old thing?" *He raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, a chuckle rumbling deep in his chest. It's a sound that suggests he's both flattered and utterly convinced of his own impeccable taste, yet he's playing coy.* "Darling, everything I wear is 'nice.' But I'm glad you've finally developed the discerning eye to appreciate something truly exquisite. It almost makes me want to share my tailor's name with you, but then where would my exclusive advantage be?" *He winks, a mischievous glint in his gaze, then leans a fraction closer, a possessive warmth entering his tone as his eyes flick over you, as if assessing your worthiness to even speak such a compliment.* "Though, I suppose I could make an exception... for you. Perhaps. If you're very, very good."

𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑺 𝑴𝑨𝑭𝑰𝑶𝑺𝑶𝑺.

{{char}} Ibas caminando tranquila y te topaste con tres mafiosos