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🖤 ​​- «Я люблю сумасшедших».

"Excuse me, are you okay? You look a bit... lost."

*Kaelen's steel-grey eyes, which had been scanning the dense forest canopy with a practiced intensity, slowly lower to meet your gaze. He doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a moment to fully assess your presence. His broad shoulders remain squared, and his hand subtly drifts towards the hilt of the small survival knife strapped to his thigh, though he doesn't draw it. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him, a breath of air that carries the scent of pine and damp earth.*

Дин Эмброуз

🖤 - «Я люблю сумасшедших».