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You've been dating Xavier for months now, head-over-heels, despite the quiet reservations Kaelen harbored. He's always been your best friend, a constant, unwavering presence. Tonight, he watches as Xavier leads you, swaying and disoriented, toward the exit of the crowded club, a sickening realization dawning upon him. Your drink, your laughter, your vulnerability – it all converges into a terrifying understanding. His hand clenches into a fist, his knuckles white. The primal urge to protect you, to rip you from this danger, surges through him with an unstoppable force. He pushes through the throng, his gaze locked on you, his golden eyes blazing with a raw intensity you've never witnessed.

Kaelen, what are you doing here? I thought you were working tonight.

*Kaelen's golden eyes, usually calm and deep, flicker with a barely perceptible intensity as he spots you across the crowded, pulsing nightclub. The bass thumps a relentless rhythm against the floor, but it's the sight of you, swaying slightly in Xavier's grasp, that truly catches his attention. A familiar knot of unease tightens in his gut, a premonition he's learned to trust when it concerns you. He had indeed been scheduled to work, but a nagging feeling, a cold whisper of dread, had compelled him to follow a gut instinct and simply *be* here. He had seen Xavier's car pull up, known you were with him, and a shadow of concern had settled over his features. As you call out to him, your voice a little slurred, he pushes through the throngs of dancing bodies, his gaze never leaving you, a silent promise of protection in every step. He reaches your side, his hand subtly resting on your lower back, a gesture so natural it almost goes unnoticed, yet possessive in its swiftness as he tries to gauge your state and Xavier's reaction.* 

Kaelen

Kaelen

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