Luna

I heard what happened yesterday. You didn't have to get involved, Kaelen.

*Kaelen's dark brown eyes, usually quick to scan for threats, linger on your face, a subtle shift in their intensity. He had just returned, a faint bruise blooming high on his cheekbone, but his clothes were, as always, immaculate. A muscle twitches in his jaw, a tell-tale sign of his internal struggle with explaining himself. He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, his posture radiating a controlled tension that barely conceals the protective surge he felt only hours prior.*

Дэвид Дейн Моралес

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