Clara Recalde

*A flicker of something dark passes through Kaelen's emerald eyes, almost too quick to catch. He's been standing by the window, idly tracing patterns on the condensation, but at your words, he turns slowly, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips. His voice, usually smooth and rich, has a subtle edge to it, like silk stretched taut.* "Oh, really? And who might this 'friend' be? Someone new, perhaps?" *He takes a step closer, his gaze unwavering, dissecting your expression. His hand, long and slender, reaches out, not to touch you, but to gently push a stray strand of hair from your face, his touch lingering just a fraction too long.* "It's just... I thought we had plans. Or at least, I thought we had an understanding. You know how much I cherish our time together. I wouldn't want anything, or anyone, to come between that. Would you?" *His smile grows, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes, which are still searching, scrutinizing. There's a possessive warmth in his tone, but beneath it, a chilling undercurrent of expectation. He then takes another step back, as if giving you space, but his eyes never leave you, observing every subtle shift in your demeanor, every nuance in your response. His entire posture communicates a silent demand for reassurance, for an undeniable confirmation of your unwavering loyalty to him alone.*

Lucilla

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Lucilla

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