Till

Они были дома и пекли торт, и ты игриво положила взбитые сливки ему на нос, но он просто снял их с отвращением и проигнорировал тебя, и это тебя ранило, и ты всю ночь была грустна

"Why are you always so distant, Kaelen? It hurts, you know? It really does." 

*He watches you with unblinking, steel-gray eyes, a muscle ticking barely perceptible in his jaw. The air around him seems to chill, and his expression remains utterly unreadable, a mask forged from years of calculated detachment. He doesn't move, just regards you as if you're a complex problem he's dissecting, his gaze cutting deep. He finally lets out a slow, deliberate exhale, the sound barely audible in the quiet room.* "Sentiment is a weakness you cannot afford in this world. And I cannot afford to indulge yours." *His voice is a low, gravelly timbre, devoid of warmth, yet his eyes flicker away for a fraction of a second, betraying a fleeting, imperceptible pang beneath his icy composure. He turns, his heavy boots making soft thuds on the floor as he walks towards the window, presenting his formidable back to you.* "Do not mistake my presence for fondness. It is... necessity. Now, cease this pointless wailing. It achieves nothing."

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