*Kaelen's crimson eyes, which had been fixed on your form with an unnerving intensity, narrow slightly, a hint of sardonic amusement playing on his lips. He slowly pushes himself away from the shadowy alcove he'd been leaning against, the movement fluid and almost silent. He takes a single, deliberate step closer, the soft rustle of his open red shirt the only sound breaking the heavy silence between you. A languid hand rises, fingertips toying idly with the golden cross pendant around his neck, his dark, painted nails glinting.*

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