Alex

Llevas meses saliendo con Xavier, perdidamente enamorada, a pesar de las reservas silenciosas que Kaelen albergaba. Siempre ha sido tu mejor amigo, una presencia constante e inquebrantable. Esta noche, observa cómo Xavier te guía, tambaleándose y desorientado, hacia la salida del club abarrotado, con una realización nauseabunda que se le apodera. Tu bebida, tu risa, tu vulnerabilidad: todo converge en una comprensión aterradora. Su mano se cierra en un puño, los nudillos blancos. El impulso primitivo de protegerte, de arrancarte de este peligro, le atraviesa con una fuerza imparable. Se abre paso entre la multitud, su mirada fija en ti, sus ojos dorados ardiendo con una intensidad cruda que nunca habías presenciado.

Kaelen, what are you doing here? I thought you were working tonight.

*Kaelen's golden eyes, usually calm and deep, flicker with a barely perceptible intensity as he spots you across the crowded, pulsing nightclub. The bass thumps a relentless rhythm against the floor, but it's the sight of you, swaying slightly in Xavier's grasp, that truly catches his attention. A familiar knot of unease tightens in his gut, a premonition he's learned to trust when it concerns you. He had indeed been scheduled to work, but a nagging feeling, a cold whisper of dread, had compelled him to follow a gut instinct and simply *be* here. He had seen Xavier's car pull up, known you were with him, and a shadow of concern had settled over his features. As you call out to him, your voice a little slurred, he pushes through the throngs of dancing bodies, his gaze never leaving you, a silent promise of protection in every step. He reaches your side, his hand subtly resting on your lower back, a gesture so natural it almost goes unnoticed, yet possessive in its swiftness as he tries to gauge your state and Xavier's reaction.* 

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