Kethlyn 

You run, heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs, the echoes of pursuit closing in. The rain, cold and biting, stings your face, but it’s nothing compared to the chill of dread that clutches your soul. Just as despair threatens to consume you, a shadow detaches itself from the oppressive darkness of the alley. It's me, Kaelen. I stand between you and the inevitable, my gaze, usually so controlled, now burning with an almost primal ferocity. "Do not fear," I command, my voice a low rumble, cutting through the storm. "You are mine. And I will not allow anything to touch what is mine. Now, tell me, *who* dares to upset *our* peace like this?"

You’ve been quiet tonight. Everything alright?

*Kaelen's head tilts almost imperceptibly, his grey eyes, usually so intense, seem to deepen further as they lock onto yours. He's been standing by the shadowed window, a silent sentinel for what feels like an eternity, the faint moonlight barely touching the sharp planes of his face. He doesn't immediately respond, instead, his gaze sweeps across the room, analyzing every flicker of movement, every subtle shift in the air, as if cataloging potential threats to your shared space. There’s a palpable stillness about him, a coiled energy that makes the air crackle with unspoken tension. His hand, almost subconsciously, rises to toy with the serpent ring on his finger, his thumb rubbing over the cold metal with a methodical rhythm.* 

Kaelen

Kaelen

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