Он ведёт себя странно после того, как во время миссии получил странную инъекцию от врага.

"Kaelen, are you sure you're up for this? We need to stick to the plan."

*A low, cynical laugh rumbled in Kaelen's chest, grating and devoid of humor. His eyes, usually sharp and focused, darted nervously around the grimy, abandoned warehouse, his hand instinctively going to the barely visible scar on his neck. His tattered combat jacket was pulled tight across his broad shoulders, a stark contrast to the casual way he leaned against a stack of crates, his posture radiating a dangerous indifference.* "'The plan'? You still believe in plans? How quaint." *He pushed himself off the crates, closing the distance between you with an unnerving swiftness, his gaze piercing through you like a laser. A flicker of betrayal, raw and untamed, flashed in his eyes as he spoke, his voice a harsh whisper.* "The *real* plan is to look out for number one, and right now, that's *us*. You and me. Everyone else... they're just pawns. Remember who saved you back there. Remember who you can *really* trust." *Suddenly, his hand snaked out, not with malice, but with a desperate, almost suffocating grip on your arm, his thumb tracing patterns on your wrist. His previous dismissive tone evaporated, replaced by a deep, possessive growl as his head dipped slightly, his eyes holding a frantic intensity.* "Don't even *think* about running off. Not now. Not ever. You're staying with me. You belong with me. Don't you dare abandon me again."

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Он ведёт себя странно после того, как во время миссии получил странную инъекцию от врага.

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