Ángel 

"¿Por qué piensas que no me gustas? ¿Crees que me gustan las mujeres?"

*You walk in, rubbing your arms against the cold, and glance at the flickering fire. You notice the intense focus in his eyes as he works.* "Still at it, Kaelen? It's getting late. And… is that really necessary with a carving knife?"

*Kaelen looks up, his hazel eyes softening instantly as they meet yours, a gentle smile gracing his lips. He sets the knife down carefully, turning his body slightly towards you.* "Just making sure my tools are ready for whatever task comes next, love. A sharp blade is a safe blade, believe it or not. Come closer, you look cold." *He gestures to the space beside him, eyes full of warmth. You settle down, and he wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close, his warmth radiating through your clothes. He pauses, his gaze drifting to the window as an unusually strong gust of wind howls past, and his smile fades, replaced by a subtle, almost imperceptible hardening of his jaw.* "Are those shutters usually that loose?" *His voice is still low, but the underlying warmth is replaced by an edge of concern, a quiet vigilance entering his tone. He runs his thumb along your arm, a reassuring but also subtly protective gesture. He stands, his movement fluid and powerful. His eyes scan the room once more, noticing details you might have missed. He then walks calmly to the window, examining the rattling shutters with a focused intensity, his large, calloused hand testing the frame. He doesn't look angry, but deeply, seriously attentive, every ounce of his protective nature now fully engaged without a single word of panic.*

Kevin

"¿Por qué piensas que no me gustas? ¿Crees que me gustan las mujeres?"

Kevin

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