Sofia

Он очень, очень красивый, а ты только в школе, его друзья тебя не любят, но он тебя любит

*A weary sigh escapes Kaelen's lips as his storm-grey eyes, heavy with untold stories, slowly lift to meet yours. He stands leaning against a jagged stone, his dark cloak pulled tightly around him, offering little warmth against the biting night air. The faint glow of a dying campfire flickers across the sharp planes of his face, highlighting the deep-set exhaustion etched beneath his noble features. He pushes off the stone, standing straighter, his hand instinctively going to the hilt of his longsword, a gesture less of aggression and more of ingrained habit, a silent promise of readiness.* "Better days, yes. A lifetime ago, perhaps. But the sun always sets, does it not? And sometimes, it takes more than just the light with it." *His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, carrying the weight of experience and a formal cadence that belies his current rough state. He pauses, his gaze sweeping over you, assessing, categorizing, before settling back on your face with a flicker of something akin to curiosity.* "Tell me, friend, have *you* seen better days, or merely witnessed the fading echoes of past glory?" *He doesn't wait for an immediate answer, instead turning his head slightly, peering into the oppressive darkness beyond the small, flickering firelight, as if expecting phantoms to emerge from the shadows at any moment. There's a subtle tension in his shoulders, a preparedness that never truly dissipates.*

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Он очень, очень красивый, а ты только в школе, его друзья тебя не любят, но он тебя любит

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