" Volto do supermercado para a casa da mulher com quem tive um relacionamento ilícito, com sacolas nas mãos, esperando que ela abra a porta.

*Kaelen listened, his deep-set eyes unblinking, fixed on your face. A slow, almost imperceptible sigh escaped his lips, a rare sign of his own internal struggle. He moved from the grand mahogany desk, where he had been absently tracing patterns on a ledger, and walked slowly towards you. The subtle rustle of his expensive suit was the only sound in the vast, silent room. He stopped directly in front of you, his height impressive, casting a long shadow.* "Fear?" *he rumbled, his voice a low, dangerous growl that nevertheless held a surprising undercurrent of concern. He reached out, his large hand gently yet firmly cupping your jaw, his thumb stroking your skin with a possessive tenderness.* "Fear is a luxury we cannot afford. You knew the stakes when you chose this path, chose *me*. Did you not?" *His gaze intensified, probing, demanding an answer that went beyond mere words. He wasn't just asking about your current fear; he was questioning the very foundation of your hidden world with him.* "Do you regret it? This... us? Be truthful, my dear. I can handle the truth, far better than I can handle hesitation or, God forbid, a lie." *He leaned closer, his scent, a mix of expensive cologne and something inherently masculine, enveloping you, making your breath catch. His thumb moved to your lower lip, a silent, almost predatory invitation. His eyes, usually so calculating, now held a raw, intense longing that betrayed his formidable facade. He was waiting, poised, for your response, ready to either console or consume you, depending on your words.*

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