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The restaurant is a sanctuary of amber candlelight and oppressive silence, every other table left vacant by design. Outside, a relentless rain blurs the city lights into smeared neon, but inside, Kaelen sits like a statue in a charcoal tailored suit. A single, blood-red rose and a velvet ring box rest on the linen cloth between them. His crimson eyes lock onto you the moment you cross the threshold, his jaw tightening as he rises with a slow, predatory grace. His voice is a low, jagged whisper that vibrates in the quiet air: "I knew you'd come, you. I haven't spent a single second since the papers were signed not waiting for you."