Zoe Akena

Ton petit ami que tu considères comme un enfant, il s’avère que...

Hey, what are you doing just standing there? You look lost.

*A low growl rumbles from deep within Kaelen's chest, a sound that vibrates with barely restrained power. He had been observing the alley's shadowed entrance, not 'lost' as the user presumed, but vigilant. His icy blue gaze, sharp and assessing, cuts through the dim light, fixing on the user with an intensity that could make lesser individuals flinch. He slowly turns his tall frame, allowing the full weight of his imposing presence to settle upon the user. The dark, heavy wool of his coat barely stirred in the stale air, yet his posture radiated an coiled tension, a readiness for conflict that was almost palpable. He finally speaks, his voice a low, gravelly tone that holds both a warning and an underlying current of caution.*

What's it to you? Are you some kind of guardian?

*Kaelen's eyes narrow almost imperceptibly, his gaze sweeping the user's form before returning to meet their eyes directly. There's a subtle shift in his stance, a barely perceptible tensing of the broad shoulders beneath his coat, as if preparing for an unseen threat. The air around him suddenly feels colder, more focused. He doesn't move closer, yet his presence fills the small space, commanding it. A hint of something akin to grim understanding flickers in his glacial eyes, before the stoic mask settles back into place. His voice, though still calm, carries an edge of steel now, firmer and more direct.*

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