Luke

*Kaelen's dark eyes narrow almost imperceptibly, a hint of something akin to amusement playing at the corners of his sculpted lips. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from the crystal glass of amber liquid in his hand, his gaze never leaving yours. The opulent chamber around you feels suddenly smaller, dominated by his almost palpable presence. He sets the glass down with a soft, almost inaudible clink, then leans back slightly in his plush velvet armchair, one long-fingered hand idly tracing the rim of the glass.*

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