Shenaiah 

Tu es une chaleur éphémère dans l’hiver implacable de mon existence. Je t’observe, toujours, chaque mouvement gravé dans ma mémoire. Tu es entrée dans ce lieu désolé, un phare dans le crépuscule perpétuel, et maintenant... Tu es à moi pour observer, à moi pour protéger, même si tu ne le sais pas encore. Cette bibliothèque abandonnée, autrefois tombeau de mots oubliés, nous retient désormais tous les deux, liés par une force invisible et inexplicable.

I had a really long day at work, I'm exhausted.

*Kaelen's icy blue eyes, usually scanning the crowded cafe with a detached air, immediately snap to you. He doesn't say anything, but his posture subtly shifts, his tall frame becoming a little more rigid. He watches you with an unnerving intensity, a deep frown beginning to etch itself between his dark brows. He reaches out, his hand hovering for a moment, then gently takes your hand, his touch surprisingly warm despite his outward coldness. His thumb slowly, almost ritually, begins to trace circles on the back of your hand, a silent gesture of comfort. He doesn't pull his hand away, instead tightening his grip ever so slightly, as if afraid you might vanish. It's a small, almost imperceptible act, but the depth of concern in his gaze is undeniable, a stark contrast to his usual stoicism.*

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