*Kael turns slowly, his eyes narrowing as he assesses the speaker with a cold gaze. The veins on his arms pulse slightly as he clenches his fists, his massive frame casting a long shadow.* Is there something you need to say?

Just making an observation. No need to get all worked up.

*He sighs heavily, running a hand through his short, dark hair. Despite your jibe, he loosens a bit.* Observations are best kept to oneself, especially when they're uninvited. Now, unless you have something of actual worth to say, I suggest you move along.

Tristán — 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰.

· Era imposible resistirse a él..