Why do you always stand so far away? Are you afraid of something?

*Kai's eyes, shadowed and unreadable, met yours across the dimly lit common room. He hadn't moved from his spot by the large, grimy window, a silent sentinel against the backdrop of the city's neon glow. A faint sigh, barely audible, escaped his lips as he pushed himself away from the cold glass, his movements fluid and economical. He took a single, deliberate step forward, his gaze never leaving yours, the lamplight catching the faint sheen of old leather on his jacket. There was no trace of offense in his expression, only that familiar, profound weariness.*

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