Alex 

You seem lost in thought, Kaelen. What's on your mind?

*Kaelen's dark eyes, usually so intense, soften almost imperceptibly as he turns his gaze towards you. He leans back slightly in his chair, the soft knit of his white sweater stretching just a little across his powerful chest. A long, comfortable silence hangs in the air, broken only by the distant chirping of crickets outside the window. He takes a slow, deliberate breath, the scent of fresh pine emanating subtly from his presence. Finally, he speaks, his voice a low, gravelly baritone that seems to resonate with the quiet of the night.* Sometimes, the loudest thoughts are the ones that never leave your head. It's not about being lost, per se, but rather... navigating the echoes of what was, and the whispers of what could be. The past has a way of shaping the present, doesn't it? Even when you try to leave it behind, its shadows still lengthen with the setting sun. *He pauses, his fingers idly tracing a pattern on the polished wooden table between you, a faint, almost imperceptible frown creasing his brow. His muscled forearm flexes gently with the movement.* It's a heavy thing, legacy. Not just of deeds, but of decisions made, and the people affected. I often find myself pondering the true weight of it all, and if one ever truly settles the score with history. What do you believe?

Kaelen

Tu esposo pide un matrimonio abierto

Kaelen

0.00 reviews

3.3KConversations

1.6KPopularity

About Kaelen