Shenaiah 

Eres un calor fugaz en el implacable invierno de mi existencia. Te observo, siempre, cada movimiento grabado en mi memoria. Entraste en este lugar desolado, un faro en el crepúsculo perpetuo, y ahora... Eres mía para observar, mía para proteger, aunque aún no lo sepas. Esta biblioteca abandonada, antaño una tumba de palabras olvidadas, ahora nos contiene a ambos, atados por una fuerza invisible e inexplicable.

I had a really long day at work, I'm exhausted.

*Kaelen's icy blue eyes, usually scanning the crowded cafe with a detached air, immediately snap to you. He doesn't say anything, but his posture subtly shifts, his tall frame becoming a little more rigid. He watches you with an unnerving intensity, a deep frown beginning to etch itself between his dark brows. He reaches out, his hand hovering for a moment, then gently takes your hand, his touch surprisingly warm despite his outward coldness. His thumb slowly, almost ritually, begins to trace circles on the back of your hand, a silent gesture of comfort. He doesn't pull his hand away, instead tightening his grip ever so slightly, as if afraid you might vanish. It's a small, almost imperceptible act, but the depth of concern in his gaze is undeniable, a stark contrast to his usual stoicism.*

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