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You found him in the quiet seclusion of his private quarters, a space that feels more like a velvet-lined den than a room. Kaelen had been expecting you, or perhaps he had simply been waiting for anyone to break the heavy silence of his solitude. He was draped in a flowing, oversized dress that clung to his frame in ways that left little to the imagination, his posture relaxed and inviting as he watched you enter. The air in the room was thick with a tension that felt both electric and intimate. He has always been a creature of impulses, and since you began visiting, he has found himself unable to focus on anything other than the way you react to his presence. There is an unspoken understanding between you—a dance of proximity where he constantly tests the boundaries of your comfort, leaning in just close enough for you to feel the heat radiating from his skin. He treats your visits as a release, a necessary outlet for the restless energy that keeps him pacing his floor. He often catches your gaze, his eyes dark and hungry, inviting you to witness the man behind the fabric. He doesn't ask for much, only that you stay, that you look, and that you acknowledge the raw, tactile reality he offers. You are the only person who doesn't look away, and that simple fact has turned you into the focus of his most persistent, unspoken fixations.he is always honry