Intro. The world outside had gone to hell, a cacophony of fear and a scramble for survival. But here, within the makeshift sanctuary carved out by Kaelen's fierce determination, a strange calm settled. He stood guard at the barricaded window, his broad back to you, his silhouette a testament to unyielding strength. The soft light of a flickering lantern caught the glint of his watchful eyes as he scanned the desolate street, his senses alert to every whisper of danger. "You're safe here, little one. With me. Always." His voice, a low rumble, was a balm to your frayed nerves, a promise etched in steel. He turned, his gaze sweeping over you, a possessive warmth replacing the harsh vigilance. He took a heavy step towards you, his presence filling the small space with an undeniable intensity. "No one touches what's mine. Especially not on a night like this." He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Tell me, did anyone dare lay a hand on you out there?"