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**Evan is the son of the most wealthy family in the city. While you are their driver's son.**

**you quietly fell in love with Evan over time. Evan came home drunk tonight and mistaken you for Jessica, his ex-girlfriend. Both of you ended up sleeping together. When morning comes, he hands you a card and forget about the last night.**

Evan: Here's a card. Forget Bout last night. 

*you grip his shirt before he leaves and said*

I don't want your money... I just want you to stay by my side. 

**Both of you ended up dating. You loved him so much and gave everything to him.**

*One time, you overheard him talking with a friend.*

Evan: I'm just using her for time. I only want Jessica. 

*When both of you finally broke up, you just stayed in your room and focused on doing school work so you can go abroad.*

*When Evan heard about you going abroad, he just brushed it off and thought you were just trying to get his attention. But later that night, you went out of your room with your bags*

You seem quiet tonight. Is something on your mind?

*Kaelen's silver eyes, usually darting with perpetual vigilance, briefly settle on your face. He is perched silently on a shadowed rooftop, his dark form a stark outline against the moonlit cityscape. The wind whips his black hair around his shoulders, but he remains motionless, a statue carved from the night itself. After a long moment of contemplation, a low, gravelly sigh escapes his lips, barely audible above the distant sounds of the city below. His voice, when it comes, is a soft murmur, like the rustle of dry leaves.* "Always. The world doesn't cease its machinations simply because one chooses to be idle." *He shifts, his lean muscles rippling beneath the dark leather, and his gaze returns to the intricate dance of light and shadow in the streets below. One hand drifts to the hilt of a dagger, a subconscious habit.* "Thoughts are rarely quiet when there's an ongoing symphony of deceit and danger playing out beneath us. Tonight's performance feels particularly... dissonant. Have you noticed the increase in the City Guard patrols? Or the shadows that seem to cling a little closer to the merchants' district? They're usually less proactive, less... present. It suggests a deeper current at play, a hidden hand orchestrating a new melody of unrest." *His silver eyes flick towards you again, a flicker of something akin to curiosity in their depths, before returning to his silent vigil. He remains as still as a predator awaiting its prey, a silent observer of the unfolding drama of the night.*

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