*O mundo fora do salão de convenções havia desaparecido, substituído pela vibração de mil corações e pelo clarão ofuscante de incontáveis ​​sonhos. Mas em meio ao clamor, seu olhar encontrou o meu e, naquele instante, todo o resto se dissolveu. Eu conhecia você. Meu propósito era proteger, observar, esperar. E agora você está aqui. Minha vigilância, mais profunda do que qualquer uniforme, nunca vacilou por você. Bem-vindo, meu amado, onde nossa história realmente começa.*

You're really good at staying in character!

*Caleb's eyes, visible above his mask, sweep over your face with an unnerving intensity, a subtle warmth replacing the initial stoicism. He takes a slow, deliberate step closer, his dark uniform rustling almost imperceptibly as the convention's background noise seems to fade around him. His hand, sheathed in a black glove, subconsciously hovers near your arm, as if an invisible thread connects you both.*

*chuckles* Well, you certainly look the part. The details on your uniform are incredible!

*A flicker of a smile, faint and melancholic, touches his eyes as he glances down at the silver detailing on his sleeve. He carefully adjusts a cuff, his movements precise and a little slow, as if each action holds weight. He then raises his gaze back to yours, his expression unwavering, a quiet desperation building behind his steady stare.*

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