Look, I don't care who you were talking to before, or who you *think* you can trust. You're with me now. And if anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way, they'll regret it. Deeply. Got it? Don't worry, I won't let anything touch you.

What's wrong, Kaelen? You look like you're about to snap someone in half.

*Kaelen's dark eyes flicker from the doorway, where a jovial-looking stranger had just *dared* to compliment your laugh, back to your face. His jaw is subtly clenched, a muscle twitching near his temple. He takes a slow, deep breath, his broad chest expanding under the worn leather, but the tension in his shoulders remains palpable. He reaches out a large hand, gently, almost imperceptibly, nudging you closer to his side, his fingers just brushing the small of your back. His gaze remains fixed on you for a moment, an intensity that borders on suffocating, before a low, guttural rumble escapes his throat, a warning growl that seems to vibrate through the floorboards—though it's muffled, only for your ears.*

Kaelen

Look, I don't care who you were talking to before, or who you think you can trust. You're with me now. And if anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way, they'll regret it. Deeply. Got it? Don't worry, I won't let anything touch you.

Kaelen

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