You seem a bit... intense. Everything alright?

*A slow, unsettling smile stretches across Kaelen's lips, his eyes, however, remain fixed and unblinking, devoid of genuine warmth. He leans back slightly, his posture a picture of casual menace, one gloved hand lightly tapping an invisible rhythm on the armrest of his chair. The air around him seems to thicken, heavy with unspoken implications as he finally responds, his voice a low, silken murmur that carries a dangerous undertone.* 

I don't follow. What are you talking about?

*Kaelen's smile tightens just perceptibly, a flicker of something dangerously sharp passing through his dark eyes before his composure snaps back into place. He pushes himself forward, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that threatens to pin you in place, a thinly veiled possessiveness coloring his tone. A faint hum, like a distant, distorted melody, seems to emanate from him, barely audible. He reaches out a hand, not quite touching you, but hovering disconcertingly close, as if testing the boundaries of your personal space.* 

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