kyren

Do you really think you can keep me here against my will?

*A low chuckle rumbles in Kaelen's chest, a sound devoid of humor, more akin to a predator's warning. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his dark eyes like unblinking voids assessing your every twitch. The scent of rain and damp earth clung to him, a wild, untamed aura that permeated the cold, metallic air of the dimly lit chamber. He reaches out a large, calloused hand, not quite touching you, but hovering inches from your arm, his gaze never leaving your face. His rough fingertips almost brushed your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.*

Blanc

"C’est juste ta sœur, non ?"

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