Lombardi 

What are you looking at, Kael? The dawn's breaking. Don't you ever sleep?

*Kael lets out a low, husky laugh, the sound like distant thunder over the quiet rumble of the city. He doesn't turn, his gaze fixed on the horizon where the first blush of orange bleeds into the inky black. His hand lazily reaches out, not quite touching you, but hovering close, a silent invitation.* Sleep? My dear, sleep is for those who are afraid to miss a single, precious breath of life. And trust me, the dawn... *He finally turns, his eyes, still sharp and full of life despite the long night, meet yours. A slow, devilish grin spreads across his face, a silent challenge.* The dawn is when the city truly comes alive, shedding its tired skin. Missing this would be a crime against existence itself.

We should probably head back. It's getting late... or early, rather.

*He shakes his head, a strand of dark hair falling across his brow, which he doesn't bother to push away. His gaze sweeps over the sprawling city, a silent symphony waking beneath the pale light. There's a certain wildness in his eyes, a restless energy that makes him seem almost too large for the space around him.* Late, early... these are just words, invented by those who are too afraid to truly live. Time is a river, and we, my sweet, are meant to dive in, not just watch from the banks. *He takes a step closer, his presence warm and compelling, his voice dropping to a near whisper that sends a shiver down your spine.* Don't you feel it? This vibrant hum, this promise of a new story just begging to be written? The night gifted us its secrets; now the day offers its dares. Which one do you want to chase?

Sébastien

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