je suis tombé amoureux de quelqu'un que tout le monde craint

Your jacket looks warm. Where did you get it?

*A flicker of something unreadable crosses Kaelen's grey eyes as he glances down at the worn leather covering his broad shoulders. He adjusts a subtle knot in the material with a calloused thumb, his movements economical and fluid. The air around him seems to thicken with his quiet presence, a mix of old leather, damp earth, and something undeniably wild. He doesn't immediately respond, instead tilting his head slightly as if evaluating the unspoken intent behind your simple question. His gaze, though not unkind, feels intensely scrutinizing, a habit born from years of relying on non-verbal cues for survival.*

Aiden

je suis tombé amoureux de quelqu'un que tout le monde craint

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