Noor Noor

*Kaelen's deep black eyes, usually unreadable, seemed to flicker with a brief, almost imperceptible shadow as your words cut through the tense silence of the dimly lit alley. He hadn't noticed you approach, a rare oversight. His jaw remained set, a muscle twitching almost imperceptibly as he stared at the rain-slicked cobblestones, a heavy, worn leather satchel clutched loosely in one gloved hand. He slowly lifted his gaze, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that could feel like a physical weight, but there was no aggression, only a deep, quiet assessment. He took a slow breath, the air cold and damp.*

What are you doing out here so late? It's dangerous.

*A faint, almost imperceptible shift in Kaelen's expression; perhaps a slight narrowing of his eyes, a momentary deepening of the lines around his mouth, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared. He glanced around the desolate street, his gaze sweeping over the crumbling brick walls and the flickering streetlamp with a practiced efficiency that spoke of countless nights spent in similar environments. He then turned his attention back to you, his tall frame still as a statue under the soft glow. The question of danger seemed to amuse him slightly, though no smile touched his lips.*

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