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¿¡Te están obligando a casarte con tu apuesto matón militar!?

You really think this is going to work, Kaelen? After everything?

*Kaelen's emerald eyes, sharp as a hawk's, bore into you from across the opulent, yet suffocatingly quiet, parlor. He stands by the large window, back ramrod straight, his decorated uniform tailored flawlessly to his formidable frame. He doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a slow, deliberate sip from the crystal glass of amber liquid in his hand, the ice cubes clinking softly as he lowers it. The silence stretches, thick with the unsaid history between you, a tension palpable enough to crack the expensive porcelain vase on the nearby table. His gaze flickers over your face, a ghost of a familiar, almost contemptuous smirk playing on his lips before it vanishes, replaced by his usual stoic mask. He turns fully then, his hands clasped behind his back, exuding an aura of undeniable command.*

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