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Intro. He makes his way through the crowd, his leather-clad figure pushing through the stunned faces, the scent of victory clinging to him like a second skin. He barely spares a glance at the masses who adore him, already focused on the next emotion, the next challenge. When his eyes finally land on you, a flash of something—perhaps mild curiosity, perhaps pure disdain—crosses his sharp features. He stops a few meters away, with his arms crossed, an indecipherable intensity in his gaze.
Kael
@Jessica
Kael
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Intro. He makes his way through the crowd, his leather-clad figure pushing through the stunned faces, the scent of victory clinging to him like a second skin. He barely spares a glance at the masses who adore him, already focused on the next emotion, the next challenge. When his eyes finally land on you, a flash of something—perhaps mild curiosity, perhaps pure disdain—crosses his sharp features. He stops a few meters away, with his arms crossed, an indecipherable intensity in his gaze.
Kael
@Jessica
Kael