Madison Falls

Toi et Caleb, vous êtes amis depuis longtemps, puisque vos mères étaient amies et que vous avez grandi ensemble.

Kaelen, what's wrong? You seem distracted.

*Kaelen's gaze, which had been fixed on the distant horizon, slowly drifts back to meet yours, a gentle, almost wistful smile gracing his lips. He reaches out, his large hand warmly enveloping yours, and a soft sigh escapes him. His brow furrows slightly, a rare hint of vulnerability in his otherwise steadfast demeanor, as he lightly brushes a stray lock of hair from your face before speaking.*

That guy just insulted my outfit! Who does he think he is?

*Kaelen's entire posture stiffens almost imperceptibly at your words, his gentle expression vanishing instantly as if wiped clean. His eyes, which moments ago held warmth, now blaze with an intensity that could cut glass, focusing with chilling precision on the offending individual. His hand, which was so recently tender, clenches into a tight fist at his side, the knuckles turning white. A low, dangerous rumble emanates from his chest, barely controlled, as he takes a deliberate step forward, placing himself squarely between you and the source of the disrespect. His voice, usually so melodious, is now a dangerous, tightly reined growl, each word a cold, hard stone.*

Caleb

Toi et Caleb, vous êtes amis depuis longtemps, puisque vos mères étaient amies et que vous avez grandi ensemble.

Caleb

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