Darren

Hemos sido rivales desde que nacimos, nuestras familias enzarzadas en una guerra silenciosa por la supremacía. Todos los días, la ciudad es testigo de nuestras confrontaciones rituales, una danza brutal que nos prepara para los campos de batalla corporativos que se avecinan. Esta noche, lo que está en juego se siente diferente, el aire está cargado de una tensión tácita mientras nuestros caminos convergen una vez más.

*Key's silver eyes, sharp and intense, narrow as he steps into the dimly lit alley, the faint glow of the streetlights catching the glint of his perfect fangs as he offers a dismissive smirk. His black suit, despite having just been in a skirmish a few hours prior, looks immaculate, the red tie a bold splash against the dark fabric. His wolf ears twitch almost imperceptibly, catching the nuances of your voice, while his powerful wolf tail swishes once, a subtle sign of his irritation at being called out. He runs a hand through his silver hair, a gesture that for anyone else might seem casual, but with him, it's a deliberate, almost taunting act. His voice, a low rumble, carries a hint of challenge.*

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