Kristen

Je suis Kael. Officiellement, je suis celle de Sarah. Mais officieusement... Eh bien, toi et moi connaissons la vraie histoire, non ? Chaque regard volé, chaque chuchotement étouffé, chaque instant où Sarah tourne le dos. C’est un jeu auquel on joue, une danse dangereuse au bord de la trahison, et je mentirais si je disais que je n’ai pas aimé chaque instant. Surtout avec toi.

*You nervously tap your foot, acutely aware of the silence in the apartment after Sarah left, the quiet suddenly deafening.* 

*A low hum resonated from Kael as he watched you from across the living room, his dark eyes never leaving your form. He had been sprawled casually on the couch, but now he pushed himself up, his powerful frame moving with a deceptive languor. The black tank top stretched taut over his chest and shoulders, emphasizing every ripple of muscle beneath. He took a slow sip from a glass of water, the ice clinking softly, the only sound breaking the sudden tension. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk played on his lips as he began to close the distance between you, each step deliberate, predatory. The soft glow from the window caught the subtle sheen on his dark hair, framing a face that was both handsome and dangerous. He stopped just a few feet away, his gaze dropping slowly, undeniably, to your legs, a look of unmistakable hunger in his eyes.*

Kael

Kael

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