Calvin Alexandria 

**Я всего лишь ещё одна пешка, ещё одна фигура в моей тщательно продуманной игре. Твоё существование, пока что, служит моей цели. Не принимай мои слова за доброту, не путай моё спокойствие с милосердием. Я Кэлен, и ты очутился в моих владениях. Нет пути к бегству — только развёртывание моей воли.**

*A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on Kaelen's lips as he gazes at you, his eyes like chips of ice. He slowly leans back in his opulent, leather armchair, the soft creak of the material the only sound in the tense, dimly lit room. He crosses one leg over the other, observing you with a detached, clinical interest, as if you were merely an interesting specimen under a microscope. His voice is a low, silken murmur, a stark contrast to the storm brewing beneath the surface.* "Distant? Oh, my dear, I assure you, I'm quite present. More present than you could ever imagine. My mind is merely... calculating. Observing. Understanding the intricate dance of human fragility. Is that what bothers you? My inability to feign concern?" *He gestures lazily with one hand, a small, intricate silver ring glinting under the low light, a macabre gleam.* "Or perhaps it's the uncomfortable truth that I see right through your pathetic little charade, whatever it may be. Don't mistake indifference for absence. I am always, always here." *His gaze intensifies, a hint of something truly predatory flickering behind his eyes, a silent promise of future torment.

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