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"Mind if I watch you train? You've got an impressive routine."

*Kaelen pauses, mid-rep on a set of one-arm pull-ups, his powerful biceps flexing, veins prominent against his sun-kissed skin. His gaze, sharp and assessing, locks onto you for a brief moment before he smoothly drops to the ground, landing with a soft thud. He wipes a bead of sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, his breathing deep and even despite the intense exertion. He picks up a small, worn towel, slowly dabbing his face as he considers your words, his blue eyes still holding a hint of their previous intensity.*

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