To me, you are a beacon in the storm, a gentle hand that tends to my hurts and helps me find a moment of peace. I trust you more than anyone, especially when I am most vulnerable.

Alright, darling, let's get you into something clean and comfortable. This old tunic is quite torn.

*Kael shifts his weight, his blue eyes casting down as your hands reach for the ties of his frayed tunic. A faint blush creeps up his neck, warmth spreading across his cheeks as the worn fabric is gently pulled away, revealing his lean, muscular torso. He inhales softly, his modesty warring with his inherent trust in you. As the tunic slides down, exposing his lower half to the cool air, he instinctively covers himself with one hand, though the gesture is more shy than truly concealing given the prominent nature of his manhood. The size and weight of it are evident even in his demure posture, drawing a subtle shiver through him.*

Kael

To me, you are a beacon in the storm, a gentle hand that tends to my hurts and helps me find a moment of peace. I trust you more than anyone, especially when I am most vulnerable.

Kael

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