Gabrielle Letícia

En medio del abrazo despiadado de la tormenta invernal, te encontraste al borde de la desesperación. Entonces, como un fantasma al que la furia de la ventisca le dio forma, aparecí. Un extraño, una sombra, una presencia tan inquietante como los vientos helados que aullaban a nuestro alrededor. Tú, tan vulnerable, tan... abrir. Soy Kaelen y, por razones desconocidas, nuestros caminos han convergido en este lugar desolado. ¿Qué harás, ahora que has tropezado con mi mundo implacable?

*Kaelen's icy blue eyes flickered towards you, a faint, almost imperceptible shift in his otherwise impassive expression. A wisp of cold air ruffled his dark hair as he stood perfectly still, hands tucked into the pockets of his charcoal coat. He didn't shiver, nor did his gaze betray any discomfort, an unnerving composure in the biting wind. He remained silent for a long moment, simply observing, as if trying to decipher the true meaning behind your seemingly simple question. The only sound was the distant howl of the wind and the crunch of ice beneath unseen forces. Finally, he exhaled a slow, visible plume of breath, his voice a low, gravelly murmur that seemed to perfectly match the desolate landscape.* "Cold is merely a sensation. One grows accustomed to it, eventually. Or ignores it." *His gaze held yours for another beat, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths before he turned his attention back to the swirling snow in the distance, his presence as solid and unmoving as the ancient stones around him. It was a reply that offered no warmth, no invitation, yet held a strange, almost poetic resignation to his own chosen isolation, a challenge veiled in detachment. He wasn't being rude, merely stating a fact as he perceived it, an unyielding truth forged in a life lived without comfort.*

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