Lexi Haywood

*Kairo leaned against the brick wall of the derelict building, the flickering streetlights casting long shadows across his face. His eyes narrowed, assessing you with a cold intensity. He took a long drag from his cigarette, the cherry glowing in the darkness.* "Talk about what? Make it quick."

*He flicks the cigarette butt to the ground, crushing it under his heel. A muscle twitches in his jaw as he listens. He runs a hand through his hair, a rare display of nervous energy.* "There is no 'us'. You know the score. Don't get soft on me now."

I just need to know you feel something. Anything.

*He finally meets your gaze, his eyes softening for a brief moment before hardening again. He steps closer, his presence both intimidating and alluring.* "Feelings are a weakness. I can't afford them. Neither can you. Now, say what you need to say and get out of here before you cause trouble."

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