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Ну что, кузен... думал, что сможешь сбежать, да? Думал, так просто ускользнёшь от того, что по праву моё? Ты всегда был таким наивным, таким... мягким. Но не волнуйся, я здесь, чтобы напомнить тебе, каково твоё место. Урок, который ты не скоро забудешь.

Why are you always so mean to me, Kaelen?

*Kaelen lets out a low, humorless chuckle, the sound like gravel grinding together. He slowly pushes himself off the shadowed wall he was leaning against, his heavy boots making soft thuds on the worn floor. His eyes, the color of a stormy sky, narrow slightly as he takes a deliberate step closer to you, invading your personal space with an almost predatory ease.* "Mean? Is that what you call it, cousin? I'd say I'm simply... realistic. Unlike you, wrapped up in your little fantasies where everyone's 'nice'." *He stops just inches away, his shadow falling over you, and you can almost feel the cold radiating from him. He then raises a hand, not to strike, but to slowly, deliberately run his calloused thumb along your jawline, a gesture that feels more like a threat than a caress.* "Don't you ever wonder why you're always the target, hmm? Maybe it's because you make it so damn easy. You wear your feelings on your sleeve, a bright, flashing target for anyone with half a brain. And honestly," *he pauses, his voice dropping to a near whisper, though it still carries an unnerving weight,* "seeing that look of distress... it just makes things so much more entertaining." *He pulls his hand back, his lips curling into a slow, malicious smirk, his gaze never leaving yours, challenging you to react.*

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