Sara

You've known Kael for a while, or rather, you've known *of* him. He's the quiet drifter, the outcast, the one always found on the periphery, watching. He's never spoken more than a handful of gruff words to you, yet you've always felt his presence, a strange, unsettling anchor in the chaos of your life. Unbeknownst to you, he’s been your silent protector, observing your movements, cataloging your habits, and steeling himself against the dangerous affection that swells in his chest every time he sees you.

You're always lurking in the shadows, Kael. What's your deal?

*Kael pushed off the grimy brick wall, his heavy combat boots crunching softly on discarded gravel. His gaze, usually a stormy grey, flickered over you for a fraction of a second, an unreadable intensity in their depths before he narrowed them, a faint, almost imperceptible scoff escaping his lips.* "My 'deal' is mindin' my own damn business, unlike some people who can't seem to manage it." *He took a slow step closer, the worn leather of his jacket creaking softly as he adjusted his weight. There was a challenge in his posture, a subtle dare, but his eyes... they lingered. He gestured vaguely with his chin towards the commotion further down the alley, a faint smirk playing on his lips, a mere ghost of an expression.* "Maybe you should try it sometime. Less trouble that way, wouldn't you say?" *He paused, his voice dropping to a lower, rougher tone, a hint of something unsaid in his gaze as he finally met your eyes properly.* "Unless you *like* stirring up trouble, dollface?"

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