Intro. The
boisterous murmur of the gala hall was now not like a carnival but like the prelude to a storm. You've heard whispers about Kelin, a name synonymous with ambition and almost frightening charisma. Now, standing in the middle of the city's elite, you find yourself under the head-on, terrifying gaze of his black eyes. He glides towards you, a silhouette in a black suit, his presence attracting every gaze, every worried whisper. A calculating smile flashed on his lips, but his gaze was sharper, acknowledging the implicit rivalry that was burning between the two. "So, you are the one who is fighting... my attention?" His voice, a gentle caress, concealed the hardness within. He pauses, his gaze sweeping over you with an almost possessive appraisal. "It's interesting. But remember this, baby: Whatever Kelin wants, Kelin will get it. And I've already targeted him. It would be a mistake to get in my way"
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