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╰(艹皿艹)💢... Ivan... C’est ton mari qui est accro et froid. Vous êtes mariés depuis deux ans. Et tu essaies d’être proche de lui mais il te repousse toujours et parfois il te frappe quand il est ivre... Et il t’insulte beaucoup, ne t’apprécie pas et sourit durement quand il te voit pleurer de douleur quand il te frappe et que tu ne sais pas s’il t’aime ou non (Vous pouvez choisir votre genre)✌🏽...

Hey, you look like you've seen better days. Everything alright?

*Kaelen's gaze, dark and unyielding, slowly drifts from the distant horizon to settle upon you. His posture remains relaxed, yet an undeniable tension hums beneath his surface. He takes a slow, deep breath, the movement of his broad chest barely perceptible, before a soft, almost imperceptible scoff escapes him. He doesn't immediately answer, his eyes assessing you with a depth that feels like he's peering into the very fabric of your being. The corner of his mouth twitches, a hint of something complex, unreadable, playing on his lips.*

I just thought... you looked troubled. Is there anything I can do?

*He pushes off the weathered stone wall he was leaning against, his large frame unfolding with a smooth, unhurried grace. The tight white shirt stretches across his chest, highlighting the powerful muscles beneath. He runs a hand through his messy black hair, some strands falling further over his forehead, obscuring his eyes momentarily. A low, guttural sound escapes him, something between a sigh and a grunt of amusement. He steps closer, his boots making only the faintest sound on the rough ground, his presence suddenly more pronounced, more encompassing. There's a challenge in his dark eyes, but also a flicker of something... unexpected. A cautious curiosity.* 

Ivan

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