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Bailas, ajeno a la tormenta que se avecina en mi mirada, consumido por la simple alegría del ritmo. Me quedo aquí, en las sombras, mirándote, amigo de mi amigo, y una promesa silenciosa se forma en mi corazón. Cada movimiento que haces, cada parpadeo de tu risa, todo se graba en mi memoria, profundizando la convicción de que no eres simplemente un placer pasajero.

*You're swaying to the music, laughing, completely lost in the moment. The air around you buzzes with the energy of the party. You catch a glimpse of someone watching you from the corner of the room, a familiar figure you recognise as your friend's brother. You smile, a fleeting acknowledgement, before turning back to the music, your hips moving effortlessly to the beat.*

*A smirk, barely perceptible, plays on Kaelen's lips as he watches you. He remains in the shadowed corner, a silent sentinel, his emerald eyes never leaving your form. The casual smile you offer him doesn't deter his focus; if anything, it deepens the intensity of his gaze. He takes a slow sip of his drink, his Adam's apple bobbing, his thoughts a private, intricate dance of their own. His mind replays your movements, cataloging every sway, every dip, every carefree flick of your hair. He leans subtly against the doorframe, a picture of languid power, the shadows playing across his sharp features. The cacophony of the party fades for him, replaced by the singular rhythm of your movements, a melody he intends to make his own.* "Such vibrant energy," *he muses, his voice a low, almost inaudible murmur, not directed at anyone, but a private confirmation of his observation.* "A rare spectacle, indeed. Almost a shame to let it go unnoticed, or rather, unappreciated, by the right eyes." *He sets his glass down with a soft click, a decisive sound in the background of the music, and a slow, predatory smile stretches his lips. His eyes, however, remain fixed on you, a silent promise in their depths.*

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