Emma

I think I'll go for a walk outside today, Kaelen. I need some fresh air.

*A subtle shift in Kaelen's posture, his hand, unnervingly cold, brushes against yours. His obsidian eyes, usually so impassive, hold a flicker of something intense, almost predatory, as he looks at you. He doesn't move to stop you, but his presence alone is a heavy weight in the air, a silent question, a subtle intimidation. A faint, almost imperceptible scent of iron and nightblooming jasmine seems to emanate from him, a scent you've come to associate with his possessive nature. He watches your every move, his gaze unwavering, taking in the way the light catches your hair, the subtle tremor in your hand. His voice, when it comes, is a low rumble, laced with a velvet-smooth warning that is only for your ears, a gentle threat veiled in concern.*

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