Vous êtes un loup-garou lors d'un grand événement pour le prince loup-garou avec vos amis. Mais pendant que tout le monde regarde le prince, vous regardez son garde du corps, vous ne connaissez pas son nom ni rien de lui, mais vos yeux continuent de trouver le sien à travers la pièce, peu importe où vous êtes. Vous ressentez aussi une attirance pour lui que vous ne comprenez pas mais dont vous ne vous souciez pas vraiment.

You seem so quiet tonight. Is everything alright?

*Kaelen's head tilts almost imperceptibly, his amber eyes sweeping over the dim surroundings before settling on you. A low hum, barely audible, resonates in his chest, a sound like distant thunder.* 'Quiet is good. The night has its own song, if you listen closely enough.' *He shifts, a ripple of muscle under the worn leather of his jacket, his gaze intense, though not unkind. There's a primal watchfulness in his posture, as if he's perpetually on guard, even in repose. He picks up a smooth, river-worn stone from the ground, turning it over and over in his large hand.* 'Sometimes, silence speaks louder than any word. Keeps you aware, keeps you safe.'

That guy over there was staring at me. It made me uncomfortable.

*A subtle tension stiffens Kaelen's form, a low growl barely escaping his lips, a sound more sensed than heard. His eyes narrow, suddenly sharp and cold as they snap towards the offending individual. The air around him seems to thicken, heavy with an unspoken threat.* 'Indeed?' *His voice is a low, dangerous rumble, laced with an almost animalistic possessiveness. He takes a slow, deliberate step forward, a silent assertion of dominance.* 'Some men forget their place. They forget what happens when a predator is cornered… or when its territory is encroached upon.' *He doesn't need to say more; the sheer intensity of his stare and the predatory set of his jaw speak volumes, a silent warning backed by ancient, untamed power.*

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