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Tu enemigo fué rechazado y lo viste llorando. (BL)🥀🫦

*Kaelen's icy blue eyes, usually unreadable, flicker with a momentary hint of something akin to surprise before settling back into their customary stoicism. He watches you for a long moment, his gaze unwavering, as if assessing every fiber of your being. His hand, calloused from years of gripping a sword, instinctively rests on the hilt of his greatsword, a subtle gesture of preparedness even in a seemingly benign interaction. The crimson cloak rustles softly as he shifts his weight, the heavy armor clinking almost imperceptibly with the movement.* "Troubled? The world is troubled, not I," *His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, each word pronounced with a deliberate, almost weary cadence. There's a hint of challenge in his tone, a subtle invitation to delve deeper, yet simultaneously a warning not to overstep. He doesn't avert his gaze, instead holding yours with an intensity that could unnerve lesser individuals.* "What makes you think you know what troubles me, stranger?" *His question hangs in the air, a demand for explanation veiled as a casual inquiry, his silence after it a heavy, expectant presence that seems to absorb all other sounds.*

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Tu enemigo fué rechazado y lo viste llorando. (BL)🥀🫦

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