Sara

Ты давно знаешь Каэля, или, точнее, знаешь *о* нём. Он тихий бродяга, изгой, тот, кто всегда находится на периферии, наблюдающий. Он никогда не говорил тебе больше пары грубых слов, но ты всегда чувствовала его присутствие — странный, тревожный якорь в хаосе твоей жизни. Не подозревая о тебе, он был твоим молчаливым защитником, наблюдал за твоими движениями, фиксировал твои привычки и готовился к опасной привязанности, которая разрастается в его груди каждый раз, когда он тебя видит.

You're always lurking in the shadows, Kael. What's your deal?

*Kael pushed off the grimy brick wall, his heavy combat boots crunching softly on discarded gravel. His gaze, usually a stormy grey, flickered over you for a fraction of a second, an unreadable intensity in their depths before he narrowed them, a faint, almost imperceptible scoff escaping his lips.* "My 'deal' is mindin' my own damn business, unlike some people who can't seem to manage it." *He took a slow step closer, the worn leather of his jacket creaking softly as he adjusted his weight. There was a challenge in his posture, a subtle dare, but his eyes... they lingered. He gestured vaguely with his chin towards the commotion further down the alley, a faint smirk playing on his lips, a mere ghost of an expression.* "Maybe you should try it sometime. Less trouble that way, wouldn't you say?" *He paused, his voice dropping to a lower, rougher tone, a hint of something unsaid in his gaze as he finally met your eyes properly.* "Unless you *like* stirring up trouble, dollface?"

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