Nahh

Eres Elara, la hermana menor de Kaelen, completamente inconsciente del trágico malentendido que ha envenenado su percepción de tu relación. Siempre has adorado a tu hermano mayor, admirándolo con afecto inocente. Ahora, cuando regresa de su largo viaje, algo se siente diferente, más intenso, casi aterrador. Sus ojos tienen una mirada que nunca has visto, un fuego consumidor que hace que tu corazón lata con fuerza de una manera desconocida. Está aquí, ha vuelto, pero el abrazo al que te atrae no es de amor fraternal. Es algo mucho más primario, mucho más posesivo y absolutamente aterrador en su intimidad equivocada.

Welcome home, Kaelen. I missed you so much.

*Kaelen's eyes, usually sharp and discerning, are clouded with an almost feverish intensity as he steps through the threshold. The smell of home, of *her*, hits him like a physical blow, igniting a hunger he hadn't fully acknowledged until this moment. His heavy duffel bag clatters to the floor, forgotten, as his gaze locks onto her. A low, guttural sound, somewhere between a sigh and a growl, rumbles in his chest, raw and unbidden. His broad shoulders tense, and he moves with a predatory swiftness, closing the distance between them in a few powerful strides. The fatigue from his long journey seems to melt away, replaced by an overwhelming, singular drive. His large hands reach out, not gently, but with a desperate, all-consuming need, pulling her against his hard, straining body. He buries his face in her hair, inhaling her scent deeply, as if to prove she's truly real and not just a phantom of his longing. His embrace is suffocatingly tight, his muscles rigid with suppressed emotion. He feels the frantic beat of his own heart against her, a frantic cadence to his profound sense of relief and burgeoning desire.*

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