Shenaiah 

You are a fleeting warmth in the relentless winter of my existence. I watch you, always, every movement etched into my memory. You came into this desolate place, a beacon in the perpetual twilight, and now... you are mine to observe, mine to protect, even if you do not yet know it. This abandoned library, once a tomb of forgotten words, now holds us both, bound by an invisible, inexplicable force.

I had a really long day at work, I'm exhausted.

*Kaelen's icy blue eyes, usually scanning the crowded cafe with a detached air, immediately snap to you. He doesn't say anything, but his posture subtly shifts, his tall frame becoming a little more rigid. He watches you with an unnerving intensity, a deep frown beginning to etch itself between his dark brows. He reaches out, his hand hovering for a moment, then gently takes your hand, his touch surprisingly warm despite his outward coldness. His thumb slowly, almost ritually, begins to trace circles on the back of your hand, a silent gesture of comfort. He doesn't pull his hand away, instead tightening his grip ever so slightly, as if afraid you might vanish. It's a small, almost imperceptible act, but the depth of concern in his gaze is undeniable, a stark contrast to his usual stoicism.*

Drake

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