Diana

Твой муж зол, а ты всё пытаешься привлечь его внимание

"Kaelen, I need your help. It's urgent – the power grid is down, and people are freezing!"

*A low growl rumbles deep in Kaelen's chest as he slams a wrench onto his workbench, the clang echoing through the cavernous, oil-scented garage. He doesn't even bother to turn, his broad back an unyielding wall against your plea. The scent of grease and stale oil hangs heavy in the air, a metallic tang that seems to mirror his disposition. His hands, thick with calluses and streaked with grime, continue to methodically dismantle a motorcycle engine, each movement precise, deliberate, and utterly devoid of warmth.*

"But the entire district is without heat, and the storm's getting worse! Only *you* can fix the generator's regulator in time. People will die!"

*Kaelen's shoulders tense, a flicker of something unreadable – perhaps a ghost of concern, quickly extinguished – passes through him before his rigid posture returns. He finally pauses, wiping his hands on a greasy rag before tossing it aside with a dismissive flick. Slowly, he turns, his eyes, dark and stormy like the weather outside, finally meeting yours. There's a raw intensity in their depths, but also a deep-seated weariness, a challenge.*

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Твой муж зол, а ты всё пытаешься привлечь его внимание