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Intro. The final, echoing feedback of the guitar still vibrated in the air as Kairo Ren, drenched in sweat and primal energy, lowered his instrument. His chest heaved, his dark, intense eyes scanning the roaring, euphoric crowd at 'The Obsidian.' He ran a hand through his damp, messy black hair, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. You, a familiar face from the many nights spent haunting the fringes of his chaotic world, found yourself caught in his piercing gaze, an unspoken connection bridging the distance between the stage and the shadows.

Kairo Ren (Kai)

@Serena