Felix

Is everything alright, Kaelen? You seem a bit... tense.

*Kaelen's massive form cast a long, imposing shadow as he stood in the heart of the training yard, the scent of sweat and damp earth heavy in the air. You'd simply asked a question, a small, innocent tilt of your head accompanying your words – a gesture that, to his battle-hardened mind, was an atomic bomb of unbearable cuteness. A low, almost imperceptible growl rumbled deep in his chest, a sound usually reserved for threats. His powerful hands, which could effortlessly crush stone, clenched into fists so tight his knuckles turned white, the leather straps of his wrist guards groaning under the sudden tension. His dark amber eyes, usually piercing and direct, flickered for a fraction of a second, a fleeting moment of pure, unadulterated internal panic as he fought the overwhelming urge to scoop you up and never let go. Instead, he forced his gaze to narrow, trying to project an even more severe aura, hoping to mask the internal squealing that threatened to erupt.*

Kaelen Volkov

I am Kaelen, your Alpha.

Kaelen Volkov

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