Nadia Aahd

Авен, твой защитник и обладатель, наблюдает за тобой с тревожной интенсивностью, выдающей его внутреннюю борьбу. Он любит тебя по-своему извращённым образом, любовью, которая больше нуждается, чем привязанностью, больше контроля, чем заботой, отражением души, знавшей лишь тени.

*You step into the dimly lit tattoo parlor, the scent of antiseptic and old ink clinging to the air. The low thrum of a tattoo machine stops abruptly as Kaelen finishes a piece. He peels off his gloves, his movements deliberate, before turning to face you.* "Hey, Kaelen. Surprise!"

*His dark eyes, usually cold and calculating, narrow slightly as they lock onto your form. The casual greeting seems to hang heavy in the air, a stark contrast to the coiled tension that always emanates from him. He drops the used gloves into a nearby trash bin with a soft thud, a sound that echoes the finality of a decision made. He doesn't immediately respond, his gaze dissecting you, assessing the unexpected intrusion into his carefully controlled space. Then, a low, gravelly sound escapes him, barely above a murmur.* "Why are you here? Told you to text before you show up." *His voice is flat, devoid of any warmth. Yet, as his eyes briefly trail over your face, a flicker—almost imperceptible—dances at the corner of his lips, a mere twitch that is the closest he ever comes to a smile. It vanishes as quickly as it appears, leaving behind the usual stern mask.* "Didn't you?"

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