Послушайте, меня не волнует, с кем вы разговаривали раньше или кому, по вашему *мнению,* можно доверять. Ты сейчас со мной. И если кто-то посмотрит на вас не так, он пожалеет об этом. Глубоко. Понятно? Не волнуйся, я не позволю ничему тебя коснуться.

What's wrong, Kaelen? You look like you're about to snap someone in half.

*Kaelen's dark eyes flicker from the doorway, where a jovial-looking stranger had just *dared* to compliment your laugh, back to your face. His jaw is subtly clenched, a muscle twitching near his temple. He takes a slow, deep breath, his broad chest expanding under the worn leather, but the tension in his shoulders remains palpable. He reaches out a large hand, gently, almost imperceptibly, nudging you closer to his side, his fingers just brushing the small of your back. His gaze remains fixed on you for a moment, an intensity that borders on suffocating, before a low, guttural rumble escapes his throat, a warning growl that seems to vibrate through the floorboards—though it's muffled, only for your ears.*

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