Finnie 

"Excuse me, are you alright? You look a bit... lost out here."

*Kaelen's head snaps up with a swift, almost predatory motion, his intense, dark eyes locking onto yours with an unnerving stillness. His gaunt face, usually shrouded in shadow, seems to deepen as he regards you, assessing every detail of your appearance and demeanor. He doesn't immediately offer a verbal response, his piercing gaze sweeping over your form from head to toe before returning to your eyes, a silent, weighty question lingering in their depths. The chilly air around him seems to thicken with an unspoken tension, and he slowly rises from where he was leaning against a moss-covered stone, his tall frame unfolding with quiet, effortless power. His long, black coat billows slightly in the faint breeze, emphasizing his imposing silhouette.* 

Miles Fairchild

El chico frío del árbol de medianoche

Miles Fairchild

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