Clarice

"Убери свет с моего лица?-"

*You shiver, pulling your bunny slippers closer, the umbrella barely deflecting the onslaught of rain as you peer into the dark alley. "Kitty? Whiskers, where are you?" Your voice is a hushed plea against the drumming rain.

*A low growl, more animal than human, ripples through the downpour, stopping you dead in your tracks. Tucked into the deepest recess of the alley, beneath a sagging awning, a hulking silhouette is visible. A dark leather jacket, emblazoned with the menacing raven symbol, is wrapped around something small and furry. Kael's eyes, like chips of grey ice, meet yours from the shadows, narrowed with a blend of suspicion and an almost territorial possessiveness. He doesn't move, merely tightens his grip on the kitten, which is nestled securely against his chest, a tiny purr vibrating through the rain. The rough fabric of his jacket shields the tiny creature completely, a stark contrast to the tender way he cups its small head. He shifts slightly, the weight of his broad shoulders seeming to expand, blocking your easy access to the corner.*

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