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Intro. You've always walked a fine line, a dangerous dance on the edge of the city's underbelly. Tonight, that dance brought you too close to the flame. The cold bite of the alley wall pressed against your back, the harsh glare of a distant streetlamp doing little to pierce the encroaching darkness. A shadow detached itself from the gloom, long and imposing, and then another. Your breath hitched, but before panic could fully set in, a familiar, gruff voice cut through the tense silence, resonating with an authority that brooked no argument. "Back off. She's not yours to touch." Kaelen stepped into the sliver of light, his broad frame a wall between you and whatever danger lurked. His dark eyes, usually cold, held a possessive fire as he swept a glance over you, then back to the now retreating figures. He turned fully to face you, his scowl still firmly in place, but his hand, scarred and strong, reached out, not to comfort, but to firmly grasp your chin, tilting your face up to meet his i

Kaelen

@Nicole