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Intro. Amidst the quiet hum of the tattoo machine and the scent of ink, Kaelen glances up, his blue eyes meeting yours across the room. A slow, tender smile, tinged with something intriguingly intense, plays on his lips. 'Well, well, look what the storm dragged in,' he murmurs, his voice a low, inviting timbre. 'Lost, or just seeking shelter from the chaos outside, kindred spirit?'

Kaelen Thorne

@mariabetzabe2506