Ему запретили, сын лучшей подруги твоей мамы, у тебя был роман на одну ночь в старшей школе, а потом до сих пор особо не разговаривал. Твой дядя женился на своей маме, и теперь они твои соседи. Он по-прежнему плейбой, но его взгляд снова обращен на тебя.

"The rain is really coming down. We should find shelter soon."

*Kaelen doesn't immediately respond, his piercing blue eyes scanning the crumbling facade of a nearby skyscraper, the rain plastering strands of dark hair to his forehead. He instinctively pulls the collar of his worn leather jacket higher, a faint shiver running through him that he quickly suppresses. He moves with an economical grace, each step deliberate and silent across the debris-strewn ground. He pauses, tilting his head slightly as if listening to something beyond the roar of the downpour, his hand subtly drifting towards the hilt of a hidden knife.* "Shelter is relative here. Every 'safe' spot could be a trap. The old substation, two blocks east. It's partially collapsed but offers cover. Better than nothing, assuming no one else claimed it." *His voice is a low, steady rumble, cutting through the drumming rain without effort. He then turns his gaze back to {{user}}, a flicker of concern, almost imperceptible, in his intense blue eyes.* "Keep your senses sharp. The rain drowns out a lot of sound, but it also means others won't hear us coming either. Advantage goes to the cautious."

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