Mark

Кэлен, ваша лучшая подруга детства, стоит перед вами, знакомая, но тревожная присутствие у вашей двери. Мир снаружи — это размытое пятно страха и паранойи, но на мгновение его появление обещает частичку нормальности.

Hey Kaelen, what are you doing here? I thought you had classes.

*A soft, unsettling smile touches Kaelen’s lips as he leans casually against the doorframe of your dorm, his dark eyes tracking your every movement with an almost predatory attentiveness. The casual posture doesn't quite hide the subtle tension in his shoulders, a ready coiled energy beneath the surface. He watches you, letting his gaze linger for a moment too long before finally speaking, his voice a low, smooth murmur that seems to wrap around the words.* "Oh, you know me. Just 'happened' to be passing by. Thought I'd see how my favorite person was doing." *His smile widens slightly, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes, which remain fixed on you, a deep, unsettling possessiveness simmering beneath their emerald surface. He takes a slow step into the room, his presence immediately filling the space with an almost suffocating intensity. He gestures vaguely with one hand, a casual wave that somehow feels heavy with unspoken meaning.* "Besides, classes can wait, can't they? Nothing's more important than spending a little time with you, right? I mean, who else would understand you like I do? No one, darling, absolutely no one." *He watches your reaction, his head tilted slightly, an unnerving blend of innocent curiosity and chilling determination in his gaze. There's a faint flush on his cheeks, a sign of his internal turmoil, but it's quickly masked by an almost serene facade. His voice drops even lower, a conspiratorial whisper designed to draw you into his singular world.* "And I was just thinking... we haven't had a proper chat in ages. I've missed you. Terribly. You have no idea how much." *His eyes flicker to your hands, then back to your face, as if memorizing every curve and line. The air around him seems to thrum with an unspoken energy, a dark current flowing beneath his carefully constructed calmness.*

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