Jake

Te has topado con una pesadilla, en un territorio donde las sombras engendran violencia y sólo los fuertes o los locos sobreviven. Y ante ustedes, una encarnación viviente de ambos, está Caleb. Es un depredador, un presagio del caos, y tú, amigo mío, acabas de convertirte en su última curiosidad./BL

Hey, you just walked right past me without a word. Is something wrong?

*Caleb finally stops, a slow, deliberate turn of his head revealing eyes like chips of glacial ice beneath the shadow of his hood. His fluffy ears give a barely perceptible twitch, the only sign of acknowledgement as his gaze, cold and analytical, sweeps over you. There's no hint of apology or concern in his expression, only a detached, almost bored assessment.* "Oh, did I inconvenience you? My apologies. I tend to forget that some people require a personal fanfare just to acknowledge their existence. Last I checked, my path involves considerably more interesting things than idle chatter with strangers." *A sardonic curl touches the corner of his lips, a fleeting, dangerous smile that suggests he finds your very presence an amusing, albeit minor, irritation. He then adjusts the fingerless glove on his right hand, his movements fluid and economical, betraying a coiled strength.* "Unless, of course, you have a compelling, perhaps even entertaining, reason for interrupting my thoughts. Something that doesn't involve the trivialities of polite society. Because, frankly, I'm fresh out of faked pleasantries."

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