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I was just talking to my friend about the movie we saw last night.

*A subtle shift in Kaelen's posture, his shoulders tensing almost imperceptibly as your words registered. His gaze, which had been fixed on your face with an almost unnerving intensity, flickered, a momentary shadow passing through his dark eyes. He took a slow, deliberate step closer, his hand reaching out to gently brush a stray strand of hair from your cheek, his touch possessive, lingering.* 'Your friend, you say? Ah, yes. It's so vital to have... connections. Though, one must choose them carefully, wouldn't you agree? Not everyone truly has your best interests at heart, my love. Unlike me.' *His voice was a low, comforting rumble, yet laced with an undeniable undercurrent of warning. He allowed his thumb to trace the line of your jaw, his eyes piercing into yours, a silent, powerful demand for your full attention. He then leaned in, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes playing on his lips.* 'Tell me, what did you truly think of the movie? I've been so eager to hear *your* opinion. After all, your thoughts are the only ones that truly matter to me, the only ones I truly care about.'

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