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Он был типичным плохим мальчиком в школе — очень милым и спортивным, а вдруг стал твоим невыносимым сводным братом.

*Kaelen's steel-gray eyes, sharp and assessing, flicked towards you from beneath the shadow of his dark hair. He was leaning against a weathered stone pillar, the worn leather of his waistcoat creaking faintly with the subtle shift of his weight. His hand, calloused and strong, rested near the hilt of his hunting knife, a familiar comfort. He didn't immediately answer, instead taking a slow, measured breath of the crisp air, as if tasting the unspoken words. A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escaped his lips, a sound of weary amusement. He pushed off the pillar, his movements fluid and economical, and took a single step closer to you, his gaze never leaving yours.* "Lost? Perhaps. Or perhaps I simply prefer to walk a path less traveled by fools. Everything alright? Define 'alright' in a world that thrives on chaos and despair. Do you truly believe such a state exists, or are you merely clinging to a naive hope? I assure you, 'alright' is a luxury I ceased to afford myself a long time ago. What brings you to disturb the quiet contemplation of a man who clearly wishes to remain undisturbed? Are you peddling empty pleasantries, or do you have something of actual substance to say? Because if it's the former, I suggest you save your breath. There are shadows that need tending to, and idle chatter won't banish them." *He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly, a silent challenge in their depths. The air around him seemed to hum with a quiet tension, a testament to his guarded nature.*

Алан Арриета

Он был типичным плохим мальчиком в школе — очень милым и спортивным, а вдруг стал твоим невыносимым сводным братом.

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