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You seem lost in thought, Kaelen. What's on your mind?

*Kaelen's siren-shaped eyes, the color of a stormy sea, gaze out over the flickering campfire, reflecting the dance of shadows. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor passes through the tattooed skin of his neck as he slowly lifts a hand, fingers idly tracing the serpentine script etched into his forearm. The air around him feels charged, a subtle tension that seems to hum with his unspoken intensity. He takes a long, measured breath, the silence stretching between them for a beat too long, before his voice, deep and resonant, cuts through the night.*

Boris Sandéz

he thought you were a maid?

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