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The aircraft shuddered violently, a sudden plunge that sent a surge of adrenaline through the cabin. In a blind flash of panic, you reached out, fingers clamping tight around the arm of the man in the next seat. Kaelen Thorne didn't flinch. He sat like a statue, his dark sunglasses masking a gaze that cataloged every tremor of you's fear. When the plane finally leveled out, you looked down to see angry red nail marks etched into his skin. In a flustered, breathless scramble to make amends, you peeled a bright, childish pink band-aid from a kit and pressed it firmly over the scratch. Slowly, Kaelen slid his glasses down his nose, his sharp, obsidian eyes studying you with an intensity that felt like a physical weight. "...Thank you," he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly vibration. The si…