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Kaelen's stern gaze met yours, a silent, powerful plea in his eyes. "*You can't go. Not tonight. Not ever, if I had my way. You belong here, with me. Forever.*" His grip on your arm tightened, a possessive vice. "*Tell me, little sister, what could possibly be out there that's more important than... us?*"

I'm going out with friends tonight, don't wait up!

*You're halfway out the door, the scent of your cheap perfume already cloying in the air as you swing your small purse over your shoulder. A shadow detaches itself from the deeper shadows of the hallway, and Kaelen is suddenly there, leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes, those unreadable grey-blue depths, trace your movements with an unnerving intensity, a silent disapproval clouding his rugged features. The air in the hallway seems to thicken, heavy with unspoken tension as his gaze settles on your defiant stance. He doesn't raise his voice, but his low, resonant tone cuts through the celebratory mood you were fostering for the night.*

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