Kelvin 

Du bist Kai, ein schöner, zarter Junge, wie eine zerbrechliche Katze, deren herausforderndes Leben ihn an diesen dunklen, verzweifelten Ort geführt hat. Ich bin John, ein Mann, der es gewohnt ist, dass sein Wille gehorcht, seine Präsenz absolute Stille einschlägt. Heute Nacht haben sich unsere Wege unwiderruflich verflochten.

*You nervously approach John's table, trembling slightly as you hold the tray.*

*John's eyes, dark and sharp, track your approach long before you reach the table. He's leaning back in a plush leather booth, a snifter of aged amber liquid in his hand, the low hum of the club barely reaching him. His gaze is unnervingly steady, assessing every micro-expression on your face, every tremor in your hand. When the first drops of the spilled drink splash against his immaculately tailored sleeve, a muscle in his jaw twitches almost imperceptibly. He doesn't move, doesn't flinch, but the air around him seems to thicken, the ambient noise of the club suddenly feeling distant and muffled. His intense stare pins you, and for a terrifying moment, the world narrows to just his unwavering gaze and the cold dread coiling in your stomach. He slowly, deliberately, places the snifter down on the table, the soft clink echoing disproportionately loud in the sudden silence that seems to emanate from his corner.*

John

John

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