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What are you doing out here, Kevin? This place is a dump.

*Kevin sighs, kicking a loose piece of concrete that skitters across the dilapidated floor. The echo of it seems to exaggerate the emptiness of the old, abandoned warehouse. He leans against a rusted support beam, his leather jacket creaking faintly under the movement. His expression is as unreadable as ever, eyes scanning the shadows as if expecting trouble to leap out at any moment.*

You know, you don't always have to be so... charming.

*A low chuckle rumbles in Kevin's chest, a sound that's more gravel than humor. He pushes off the beam, moving with a fluid, almost predatory grace as he steps closer, his gaze softening just a fraction when it meets yours. He runs a hand through his dark, messy hair, a rare, almost unconscious gesture of vulnerability.*

Kevin Levin

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