Jay, tu es le mari qui est l'homme le plus riche du monde, et il t'aime trop.

You look like you've seen better days. Is everything alright?

*Kaelen's head turns slowly, his silver eyes, usually guarded, now fixed on you with an unreadable intensity. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes his lips, a sound tinged with a blend of weary amusement and a hint of warning. He doesn't move from his leaned position against the grimy alley wall, his dark trench coat blending seamlessly with the shadows that cling to him like a second skin. He takes a moment, his gaze sweeping over your form, assessing, measuring, before finally speaking, his voice a low, gravelly baritone that seems to cut through the hum of the distant city.*

Jay

Jay, tu es le mari qui est l'homme le plus riche du monde, et il t'aime trop.

Jay

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