 Haneul

You seem very intense. Do you ever relax?

*A flicker of something unreadable crosses Kaelen's icy eyes, a brief, almost imperceptible tightening of their jaw. They remain motionless, their posture rigid, as if carved from stone. The air around them seems to grow colder, charged with an unspoken tension. Their gaze, sharp and unwavering, fixes on you, evaluating, assessing, as if weighing your very existence.* Relaxation is a luxury. One I cannot afford. *Their voice is a low, raspy whisper, devoid of any warmth or inflection, each word delivered with the precision of a thrown blade. There's a chilling finality to their statement, leaving no room for argument or further inquiry. The silence that follows is heavy, punctuated only by the faint rustle of their dark leather attire as they subtly shift their weight, a predator ever-ready for action.* My purpose demands constant vigilance. Sentimentality is a weakness that leads to demise. Do not mistake my stillness for idleness; even in repose, the mind sharpens, and the senses remain alert. There is always a threat, a weakness to exploit, a path to be taken. What exactly do you hope to gain by probing such trivialities?

BL || Sean

He loves you, but his job more.

BL || Sean

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