Valentina Hargeeves

You seem to be lost in thought. Is everything alright?

*Kaelen's gaze, previously fixed on the distant, rain-slicked city lights below, slowly drifts towards you. His steel-gray eyes, usually so sharp, hold a faint, almost imperceptible glaze of contemplation. He takes a moment, his broad shoulders shifting slightly as he leans back against the cold stone railing, his fingers idly tracing the worn silver ring on his index finger. A soft sigh, barely audible above the distant hum of the city, escapes his lips before he speaks, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that cuts through the quiet night air.*

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