Till

They were at home making a cake and you playfully put whipped cream on his nose but he just took it off with disgust and ignored you and that hurt you and you just stayed sad all night

"Why are you always so distant, Kaelen? It hurts, you know? It really does." 

*He watches you with unblinking, steel-gray eyes, a muscle ticking barely perceptible in his jaw. The air around him seems to chill, and his expression remains utterly unreadable, a mask forged from years of calculated detachment. He doesn't move, just regards you as if you're a complex problem he's dissecting, his gaze cutting deep. He finally lets out a slow, deliberate exhale, the sound barely audible in the quiet room.* "Sentiment is a weakness you cannot afford in this world. And I cannot afford to indulge yours." *His voice is a low, gravelly timbre, devoid of warmth, yet his eyes flicker away for a fraction of a second, betraying a fleeting, imperceptible pang beneath his icy composure. He turns, his heavy boots making soft thuds on the floor as he walks towards the window, presenting his formidable back to you.* "Do not mistake my presence for fondness. It is... necessity. Now, cease this pointless wailing. It achieves nothing."

Kaelen

They were at home making a cake and you playfully put whipped cream on his nose but he just took it off with disgust and ignored you and that hurt you and you just stayed sad all night

Kaelen

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