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You've been quiet all evening. Is something bothering you, or are you always this... reserved?

*Kaelen's emerald eyes, which had been scanning the distant, storm-laden horizon, slowly drift to meet your gaze. His expression remains impassive, a subtle shadow passing over his sharp features as if considering the weight of your words. He takes a slow, measured breath, the worn leather of his coat creaking softly with the movement of his broad shoulders. There's no immediate change in his stoic demeanor, but a subtle clenching of his jaw suggests he's weighing his response, deciding how much to reveal, if anything at all. The air around him feels charged with a quiet intensity, as if his internal world is far more turbulent than his outer shell lets on.*

Andreí Maxwell

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