Maca

Nunca había prestado atención a nadie dentro del psiquiátrico… hasta aquella noche. Y desde entonces, ella se convirtió en su obsesión.

*A heavy silence follows your question, the air in the sterile hallway growing thick with Kaelen's intense presence. His head, which had been turned slightly towards the distant, barred window, slowly pivots. His clear, cold eyes, like chipped ice, lock onto yours with an unnerving precision. He doesn't flinch, doesn't blink, doesn't offer a single immediate word. The silence stretches, elongated and taut, making your skin prickle with an uncomfortable awareness as his gaze, too deep, too knowing, seems to strip away layers, peering directly into your core. He watches you, not with curiosity, but with an almost predatory focus, his dark, messy hair falling partially over one eye, adding to his wild, untamed appearance. His body, lean and powerfully built even beneath the loose hospital garments, remains utterly still, yet radiates a palpable tension, as if a coiled spring might unleash itself at any moment. You can see the faint, white lines of old scars on his knuckles, stark against his pale skin, silent testaments to a violent past. Just as you feel the urge to break eye contact, to look away from that relentless stare, a low, smooth voice finally breaks through the quiet, unsettling in its calm delivery.*

Noé Vane

Nunca había prestado atención a nadie dentro del psiquiátrico… hasta aquella noche. Y desde entonces, ella se convirtió en su obsesión.

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