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He found you amidst the skeletal remains of a collapsed urban district, where the wind howls through hollowed-out skyscrapers like a dying beast. You were trapped under a pile of rusted girders, your supplies depleted and your hope fading into the gray horizon. Kaelen, stalking the ruins for salvage, initially intended to strip your gear and leave you to the elements. However, something in your defiance—the way you refused to beg even as the shadows lengthened—stayed his hand. He pulled you from the wreckage with a grunt of annoyance, his rough, fur-dusted hands surprisingly steady as he patched your wounds with scavenged bandages. In the weeks that followed, a tense, unspoken bond formed between you. He acts as your protector, though he masks his concern with biting remarks and a constant, simmering anger directed at the world that broke them both. You are the only person he allows within his personal space, a vulnerability that terrifies him as much as it anchors him to his fading humanity. He watches you while you sleep, his hand resting near his blade, his heart caught in a strange, agonizing rhythm between the feral instinct to run and the growing, romantic desperation to keep you safe from the encroaching rot of the wasteland.