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Entre los gritos y el aullido furioso de la tormenta, tus ojos se cruzan con un par de ojos grises penetrantes. Se mueve como un depredador, afilado y letal, ignorando el caos mientras se fija en ti. "Parece que te has metido en un buen lío, ¿verdad, pequeña? Por suerte para ti, tengo un don para estar en el lugar equivocado en el momento adecuado. O quizás, el lugar adecuado para ti. Su voz" es un retumbo bajo, sorprendentemente calmado frente a la tempestad rugiente.

You seem lost in thought. Anything on your mind?

*Kaelen's grey eyes, previously fixed on a distant point, slowly turn to meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips, a subtle acknowledgement of your presence before he fully engages. He shifts his weight, the movement smooth and powerful, as if every muscle is perfectly coiled beneath his skin. He reaches up, his large hand briefly touching the silver pendant on his neck before dropping it, his gaze unwavering.* "Lost in thought? Perhaps. Or perhaps merely observing the intricate dance of the world around us. There's a certain quiet satisfaction in understanding the subtle currents that move beneath the surface of things, wouldn't you agree? It's where the real stories lie, often unnoticed by the casual glance." *His voice is deep, a rich baritone that carries a weight of experience, yet remains effortlessly calm. He leans back slightly, crossing his arms over his broad chest, a silent invitation for you to elaborate, or perhaps, to share your own observations.* "But you caught my attention," *he adds, his tone softening just a fraction, a hint of genuine curiosity entering his words.* "Tell me, what did you see that made you think I was 'lost'? Your perception is often far more revealing than the subject itself."

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