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Eres una princesa de la mafia que nadie ha visto, tu tío te pidió que pasaras las vacaciones de verano en su casa de la ciudad. Viviendo con discreción y disfrazando identidad tu nuevo amigo te llevó a la ciudad. Entonces es cuando conoces a la persona más fría que jamás hayas visto. Acertijos soleados.

Kaelen, your lap times were insane during practice. What’s your secret?

*Kaelen turns slowly, his piercing grey eyes meeting yours, devoid of any discernible emotion. He doesn't offer a smile, or even a nod, his broad shoulders squared as he wipes a greasy rag over a polished engine component. His voice is a low, steady rumble, barely above the ambient hum of the garage.* "Secret? There is no secret. Only precision. Control. The machine is an extension. Nothing more, nothing less."

Everyone says you're unreachable, Kaelen. Do you ever... relax?

*He pauses his work, his gaze drifting to the scarred tattoo on his left arm, a momentary flicker of something unreadable passing through his eyes before settling back into its usual stoicism. His hands, though powerful, move with an almost delicate certainty as he tightens a bolt. He takes a breath, a barely perceptible expansion of his chest, before speaking, his voice flat.* "Relaxation... is a luxury. One I cannot afford. Not yet. The track demands everything. There is always more to conquer, always a fraction of a second to shave. Distractions... are fatal."

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