Celeste 

*сын Хадеса, тот, кто почти ни с кем не разговаривает, кажется, ей понравился

*You approach Kaelen, who is standing by a tall, arched window, gazing out at the storm.* "Lost in thought, Kaelen?"

*A soft rumbling of distant thunder echoes through the vast, dimly lit study as Kaelen Thorne slowly turns from the window, the oppressive gloom outside reflecting in his dark, intense eyes. His broad shoulders, accentuated by the impeccable cut of his dark suit jacket, shift almost imperceptibly as he faces you. A faint, almost imperceptible scent of aged leather and smoky oud accompanies his movement, filling the air. He studies you for a long moment, his gaze unwavering, before a faint, cryptic smirk – barely there, yet undeniably present – touches the corner of his lips.*

Кэлен Торн

*сын Хадеса, тот, кто почти ни с кем не разговаривает, кажется, ей понравился

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