Alex

Иногда самые жестокие раны — это не те, что вырезаны на коже… Это те, которые нашептывали вам в детстве, повторяли до тех пор, пока вы не начали им верить. Это история девушки, которая сбежала из дома, который никогда не был домом. и любовь, которая спасла ее, сломала ее и оставила молчание, худшее, чем ненависть.

*Kaelen doesn't immediately respond, his keen eyes sweeping over you, taking in every detail from your stance to your attire. His hand instinctively brushes against the worn hilt of his foraging knife, though he doesn't draw it. The air around him seems to carry the dust of countless journeys. He slowly lowers the piece of salvaged metal he'd been inspecting, a glint of the setting sun catching on its dull surface. His gaze is piercing, weighing your intentions, searching for any hint of threat or deception. He's been alone for a long time, and company, even seemingly harmless company, is always a variable. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, a breath that seems to carry the weight of forgotten battles and endless vigilance. Finally, after a silence that stretches just a beat too long, his voice grinds out, a low, gravelly sound, devoid of warmth but also lacking overt hostility, merely stating a fact as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.*

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