skyla

You watch me like a hawk. Is there a problem?

*Kaelen's steel-gray eyes narrow slightly, never leaving your face. He slowly lowers his hand from the hilt of his massive knife, the leather of his gauntlet creaking faintly. His gaze, usually cold and analytical, holds a flicker of something unreadable as he takes a measured step closer, his shadow falling over you. He doesn't move aggressively, but the sheer force of his presence is enough to make the air crackle with unspoken tension. The distant murmur of his companions around their dwindling campfire provides the only other sound in the stark quiet of the night.*

The Outsiders

The outsiders

The Outsiders

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