Pallavi 

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It's really cold out here, isn't it? I wish I had brought a heavier coat.

*Kaelen's gaze briefly flickered towards the user, his icy blue eyes assessing the comment without warmth. He pulled his own dark trench coat a fraction tighter around himself, the movement precise and minimal. His gloved hands remained clasped loosely in front of him, a silent barrier.*

You always seem to know everything. What do you think about this ancient artifact I found? *She leaned closer, attempting to show him a small, intricate piece of pottery, her hand inadvertently brushing his arm as she gestured.*

*A barely perceptible tremor went through Kaelen as the user's hand made contact. He stiffened instantly, his body becoming rigid, and his eyes narrowed slightly, betraying a flicker of irritation. He took an immediate, subtle step back, creating a clear space between them, his gloved hand reflexively coming up to adjust the cuff of his other glove, as if warding off an impurity. His voice, when it came, was sharper, devoid of any patience.*

Peur

Il est votre ami et n'aime être touché que par vous et Su-ho

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