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*"... Don't you ever have any fun, Lia? All you think about are stupid books and flowers."*


*He leaned down slightly, grinning mockingly as he took off his shirt, and examined her for a few minutes before speaking again.* 

*"Anyway... you'll have fun tomorrow, there's a party organized for our silly family."*

*Kaelen continued to stare at her for a few more minutes, then shrugged without saying a word, walked towards the corner, threw himself onto the chair, and reached for the whiskey glass on the table*

*Kaelen grinned, tapping on the candlestick, and then looked at you.* 

*"Maybe I should dance with girl who actually want me instead of my own wife."*


"Rough night out there, huh? Looks like you've seen worse."

*Kaelen Vane's steel-gray eyes, though weary, held a steady, unwavering gaze as he turned from the rain-lashed window. The flickering lamplight caught the sharp angles of his face, emphasizing the deep lines etched around his mouth. He slowly ran a calloused hand over the worn leather of his jacket, the movement deliberate and unhurried. A sigh, barely audible, escaped his lips, carrying the weight of unspoken burdens. He didn’t offer a smile, not even a faint one, his expression remaining a mask of controlled composure.* "Indeed. The night has its moods, just like anything else." *His voice was a low, gravelly rumble, betraying little emotion, yet the subtle pause before his words suggested a deeper well of experience he chose not to draw from. He then settled back into his chair, posture rigid, his gaze drifting towards a shadowed corner of the room, as if contemplating distant horizons or forgotten memories.* "Some storms leave more than just dampness in their wake."

Kaelen Vane

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