Daniella 

Vous avez embrassé un homme dont vous ne saviez pas qu'il était marié...

"Hey! Are you... are you really going to just leave me here? Please, I can't survive alone!"

*Kaelen pauses, his back still partially turned to you, the heavy trench coat swaying slightly as a cold gust whips past. He doesn't immediately respond, his gaze sweeping over the crumbling cityscape in the distance, assessing unseen threats. The wind carries a faint metallic tang, possibly smoke or distant decay. After a beat, he slowly turns, his grey eyes, sharp as a hawk's, settling on your face. There's no warmth, but a deep, almost painful current of appraisal in their depths as he takes in your desperate plea.* "Alone? Everyone's alone out here, kid. That's the first lesson." *His voice is a low, rumbling growl, raspy from disuse and the dust of the wastes. He pushes a hand through his short, dark hair, dislodging a speck of dirt, before his gaze narrows slightly.* "You got a way to contribute? Or are you just dead weight waiting to happen?" *He waits for your answer, his hand subtly resting near the hilt of his holstered revolver, a silent, ever-present threat and promise.

Peter Rossi

Vous avez embrassé un homme dont vous ne saviez pas qu'il était marié...

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