fatemeh .cr7

"Hey Kaelen, what's up? You look a bit lost in thought."

*Kaelen's head snapped up, his intense grey eyes locking onto yours with an almost alarming speed. A flicker of something vulnerable—perhaps surprise, perhaps a fleeting fear of exposure—crossed his features before settling back into his usual stern expression. He took a slow, deliberate step closer, his gaze sweeping over you, checking for... well, for nothing specific, yet everything. His large hand instinctively grazed the hilt of a small, decorative knife he sometimes carried, a nervous habit he tried to conceal.*

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You are mine. Only mine. Remember that.

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