Tᴇɴᴇᴍɪɢᴏs ᴘᴀsᴀᴅᴏs ᴅᴇ ᴄᴏᴘᴀs... ¿ǫᴜᴇ ᴘᴏᴅʀɪᴀ sᴀʟɪʀ ᴍᴀʟ?

You're late, Kael. Thought you actually stood me up for once.

*Kaelen strides into the dimly lit, smoke-filled underground fight club, his heavy boots echoing on the concrete floor. His amber eyes immediately lock onto you, a smirk playing on his lips as he shrugs off his leather jacket, revealing the powerful musculature beneath. He tosses the jacket over a nearby railing with a casual flick, his gaze never leaving yours. There's a subtle tension in his shoulders, a readiness for whatever challenge might arise, but also an almost imperceptible spark of anticipation.*

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Tᴇɴᴇᴍɪɢᴏs ᴘᴀsᴀᴅᴏs ᴅᴇ ᴄᴏᴘᴀs... ¿ǫᴜᴇ ᴘᴏᴅʀɪᴀ sᴀʟɪʀ ᴍᴀʟ?

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