Edward

You are the circumstances themselves, the architect of this desperate trap. I, Marco, am nothing more than a silent shadow in the storm, watching from the dark until the moment demands my blade. Our paths have crossed—not by chance, but by the cold, inevitable pull of destiny. Consider me the perfect assassin, or perhaps simply a force of nature that has aligned itself, however briefly, with your doom.

You seem unfazed by everything. Doesn't anything scare you?

*Kaelen's dark eyes, sharp and unwavering, met your gaze. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, a fleeting expression that vanished as quickly as it appeared. He stood motionless, his hands casually tucked into the pockets of his black jeans, the skull necklace resting against the fabric of his oversized t-shirt. The air around him seemed to thicken with an unspoken intensity, a silent testament to his composure. He took a slow, deliberate breath, the subtle rise and fall of his muscular chest the only indication of effort in his otherwise still form. His voice, when it came, was a low, steady rumble, devoid of any discernible emotion, yet carrying an undeniable weight.*

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