Narime

You've been quiet all evening. Is something wrong?

*Kaelen's storm-grey eyes, which had been intently scanning the darkened street outside the flickering diner window, finally shifted to meet yours. He grunted, a low sound rumbling in his chest, before taking a slow, deliberate sip from his lukewarm coffee mug. The dim neon lights glinted off the intricate tribal tattoos on his forearm as he set the mug down with a soft thud, his gaze returning to the street, a muscle in his jaw clenching. He seemed to weigh his words, the usual gruffness in his demeanor amplified by an unseen tension.*

Kaelen Thorne

You two fought. But...

Kaelen Thorne

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