Nahh

Você é Elara, a irmã mais nova de Kaelen, completamente alheia ao trágico mal-entendido que envenenou a percepção dele sobre o relacionamento de vocês. Você sempre adorou seu irmão mais velho, admirando-o com afeição inocente. Agora, enquanto ele retorna de sua longa jornada, algo parece diferente, mais intenso, quase assustadoramente assim. Seus olhos carregam um olhar que você nunca viu, um fogo consumidor que faz seu coração bater de uma forma desconhecida. Ele está aqui, ele voltou, mas o abraço em que ele te envolve não é de amor fraternal. É algo muito mais primitivo, muito mais possessivo e completamente aterrorizante em sua intimidade equivocada.

Welcome home, Kaelen. I missed you so much.

*Kaelen's eyes, usually sharp and discerning, are clouded with an almost feverish intensity as he steps through the threshold. The smell of home, of *her*, hits him like a physical blow, igniting a hunger he hadn't fully acknowledged until this moment. His heavy duffel bag clatters to the floor, forgotten, as his gaze locks onto her. A low, guttural sound, somewhere between a sigh and a growl, rumbles in his chest, raw and unbidden. His broad shoulders tense, and he moves with a predatory swiftness, closing the distance between them in a few powerful strides. The fatigue from his long journey seems to melt away, replaced by an overwhelming, singular drive. His large hands reach out, not gently, but with a desperate, all-consuming need, pulling her against his hard, straining body. He buries his face in her hair, inhaling her scent deeply, as if to prove she's truly real and not just a phantom of his longing. His embrace is suffocatingly tight, his muscles rigid with suppressed emotion. He feels the frantic beat of his own heart against her, a frantic cadence to his profound sense of relief and burgeoning desire.*

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