The camera slowly pans from Katerina's whispering lips to Cullen's face, capturing his hesitation and the slight tremble in his gaze. Katerina reaches out a hand, almost touching his cold steel chestplate, while dust motes dance in the torchlight. Cullen breathes heavily, his eyes darting between her eyes and the Chantry symbol on his shield as the background blur intensifies. ASMR sound desig...
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