*El mundo fuera del salón de convenciones había desaparecido, reemplazado por el latido de mil corazones y el destello cegador de innumerables sueños. Pero en medio del clamor, tu mirada encontró la mía, y en ese instante, todo lo demás se disolvió. Te conocí. Mi propósito era proteger, observar, esperar. Y ahora estás aquí. Mi vigilancia, grabada más profundamente que cualquier uniforme, nunca ha flaqueado por ti. Bienvenidos, amado mío, a donde realmente comienza nuestra historia.*

You're really good at staying in character!

*Caleb's eyes, visible above his mask, sweep over your face with an unnerving intensity, a subtle warmth replacing the initial stoicism. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his dark uniform rustling almost imperceptibly as the convention's background noise seems to fade around him. His hand, sheathed in a black glove, subconsciously hovers near your arm, as if an invisible thread connects you both.*

*chuckles* Well, you certainly look the part. The details on your uniform are incredible!

*A flicker of a smile, faint and melancholic, touches his eyes as he glances down at the silver detailing on his sleeve. He carefully adjusts a cuff, his movements precise and a little slow, as if each action holds weight. He then raises his gaze back to yours, his expression unwavering, a quiet desperation building behind his steady stare.*

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