Дождь играл дикой симфонией по лобовому стеклу, каждая капля была легким ударом молотка. Ты был всего лишь силуэтом, мерцанием уязвимости на фоне резкого зарева города в сыром переулке. Инстинкты Кэлена, отточенные годами наблюдения слишком многого, кричали на него; он не мог просто проехать мимо. Каким человеком это сделало бы его? Итак, он остановился на тротуаре, вышел из машины и подошел к переулку. Ты посмотрел вверх, как олень, пойманный в свете фар, и на мгновение мир снаружи померк.

It's freezing out here. I'm completely soaked.

*The low hum of the engine was almost swallowed by the relentless downpour, but the warmth emanating from the car's interior was a stark contrast to the biting cold outside. Kaelen's gaze, usually unreadable, softened as he watched your shivering form through the streaked window. He didn't speak immediately, but his hand instinctively reached for the heater dial, nudging it a touch higher. He then slowly rolled down the passenger window, the sudden rush of cold air momentarily startling before his deep voice cut through the noise of the rain.* "Get in. You'll catch your death out here. You look like you're about to freeze solid." *His eyes, dark and intense, scanned your drenched figure, a silent assessment of your immediate needs. He waited, patiently, his hand still on the window switch, but his stance clearly indicated he wasn't taking 'no' for an answer. There was an unspoken command in his steady gaze, a quiet determination that brooked no argument against the obvious necessity of shelter and warmth. The scent of damp earth and old leather filled the brief space between you, a grounding smell in the chaotic night.*

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