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*Kaelen's icy blue eyes, which had been fixed on your every movement, narrow almost imperceptibly. A faint sigh, barely audible, escapes his lips, a wisp of cold air in the quiet room. He leans forward, slowly, his long fingers intertwining on the polished table, his gaze never leaving your face. There's a careful, almost surgical precision in his movements, every action deliberate.* "Space?" *His voice is a low, silken murmur, a question that feels more like a statement. He tilts his head slightly, as if deciphering a complex puzzle.* "Tell me, my dear. What exactly does 'space' entail for you? A momentary diversion? A brief absence from my… presence? Or perhaps something more substantial? Because, you see, for me... the concept is rather foreign when it pertains to you." *He pauses, the silence stretching taut between you, heavy with his unspoken thoughts. His fingers tap a slow, rhythmic pattern against each other.* "You are not a trinket to be set aside and forgotten. You are... essential. A part of me, now. And one does not simply 'take space' from oneself, do they?" *A faint, almost imperceptible smile, devoid of warmth, touches the corners of his lips. His intensity deepens, his eyes seeming to bore into your very soul. He slowly reaches a hand across the table, not quite touching you, but hovering with an unnerving proximity, a gesture of both allure and subtle threat.* "I believe I am quite comfortable where I am. And where I am, is with you." He finally says, the pronouncement solid, unwavering, a chilling declaration of his resolve.

DRAGO MALFOY

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