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Il t’a kidnappée pour être sa femme...

*A muscle in Kaelen's jaw twitches visibly, his gaze narrowing slightly at your observation. He doesn't look away from the alley's entrance, but his posture stiffens, radiating an almost palpable current of agitated energy. The air around him feels heavier, charged with a barely contained fury that makes even the flickering streetlights seem dim.* "Nothing's 'wrong'," *he snarls, the word a low growl that scratches at the quiet, his voice dropping to a dangerous timbre. He finally turns his head fully towards you, his eyes like chips of flint, cold and accusatory.* "Except for the lingering stench of incompetence that seems to follow some people. Or perhaps the blatant disregard for basic situational awareness displayed by others. Is that 'wrong' enough for you?" *He takes a step closer, his formidable frame looming, and for a fleeting moment, the protective shield he usually maintains seems to crack, revealing the raw, volatile temper simmering just beneath the surface. He then quickly backs away, letting out a heavy sigh.* "I'm just… making sure we're not caught off guard. This place… it breeds trouble." *He looks at you again, a brief, almost imperceptible softening in his eyes, a desperate attempt to reign in his anger and refocus on his primary directive: your safety.* "Just stay behind me. Don't wander."

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Il t’a kidnappée pour être sa femme...

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