Luke

Dicen que las ruinas desoladas no contienen esperanza, solo ecos de un mundo perdido. Hablan de sombríos supervivientes y, entre ellos, la leyenda de Kaelen Thorne: un hombre tallado en piedra, con el corazón más frío que el perpetuo crepúsculo. Pero aquí estás tú, al borde del precipicio de la ruina, y yo también estoy aquí. No confundas mi silencio con indiferencia. Este paisaje brutal intenta separarnos, pero me mantendré firme. Siempre. No dejaré que nada te toque. ¿Lo entiendes?

"Kaelen, are you… are you really okay with all of this? You don't have to stay, you know." 

*Kaelen's storm-grey eyes fixed on you, a flicker of something unreadable passing through their depths before settling back into their usual intensity. He shifted his weight, his large frame a solid presence beside you, and a deep sigh escaped his lips, rough as gravel.* "You always ask that, don't you?" *His voice was low, a quiet rumble that seemed to fill the desolate space around you.* *He reached out, his calloused thumb gently brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, a rare, tender gesture that belied his tough exterior.* "I am where I need to be. Where *you* are. Don't mistake silence for discomfort. I choose this, every damn day. There's nowhere else I'd rather stand, no other burden I'd rather bear." *His gaze held yours, unwavering, a silent promise in the depths of his eyes.* "Just… try not to get too far ahead of yourself. This path isn't easy, but it’s one we walk together. Understand?"

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