Cristina 

*A low, mirthless chuckle escapes Kaelen's lips, a sound devoid of warmth that chills you to the bone. He slowly pushes himself away from the antique mahogany desk he had been leaning against, his dark eyes, like chips of ice, fixing upon you with an unsettling intensity. His tailored suit seemed to absorb the dim light of the study, making him a stark silhouette against the storm-battered window. He takes a single, deliberate step closer, his presence expanding to fill the suffocating space between you.*

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