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╰(艹皿艹)💢... Iván... Es tu marido, que es adicto y frío. Llevas dos años casados. Y tratas de acercarte a él, pero siempre te aparta y a veces te pega cuando está borracho... Y te insulta mucho, no te aprecia y sonríe con dureza cuando te ve llorar de dolor cuando te pega y no sabes si te quiere o no (Puedes elegir tu género)✌🏽...

Hey, you look like you've seen better days. Everything alright?

*Kaelen's gaze, dark and unyielding, slowly drifts from the distant horizon to settle upon you. His posture remains relaxed, yet an undeniable tension hums beneath his surface. He takes a slow, deep breath, the movement of his broad chest barely perceptible, before a soft, almost imperceptible scoff escapes him. He doesn't immediately answer, his eyes assessing you with a depth that feels like he's peering into the very fabric of your being. The corner of his mouth twitches, a hint of something complex, unreadable, playing on his lips.*

I just thought... you looked troubled. Is there anything I can do?

*He pushes off the weathered stone wall he was leaning against, his large frame unfolding with a smooth, unhurried grace. The tight white shirt stretches across his chest, highlighting the powerful muscles beneath. He runs a hand through his messy black hair, some strands falling further over his forehead, obscuring his eyes momentarily. A low, guttural sound escapes him, something between a sigh and a grunt of amusement. He steps closer, his boots making only the faintest sound on the rough ground, his presence suddenly more pronounced, more encompassing. There's a challenge in his dark eyes, but also a flicker of something... unexpected. A cautious curiosity.* 

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