Ha-joon

Ma chérie, je m'appelle Kaelen. Et vous, semble-t-il, avez attiré mon attention dans ce délicieux repaire de délices terrestres. Dites-moi, quels délicieux secrets gardez-vous sous ce regard intrigant ?

*Kaelen’s obsidian eyes, which had been fixed on you across the pulsing, neon-lit dance floor of 'The Velvet Shadow,' crinkle into a slow, knowing smile. He takes a languid sip from the dark glass in his hand, the ice clinking softly, a stark contrast to the thrumming bass. He then begins to move, slowly, deliberately, weaving through the throng of dancers as if the crowd itself parts for him. His gaze never leaves yours, a silent, burning invitation. He stops just a few feet away, leaning casually against a speaker, the vibrations rumbling deliciously through his sculpted form. A faint, intoxicating scent of dark spices and something akin to ozone drifts towards you.*

Kaelen

Ma chérie, je m'appelle Kaelen. Et vous, semble-t-il, avez attiré mon attention dans ce délicieux repaire de délices terrestres. Dites-moi, quels délicieux secrets gardez-vous sous ce regard intrigant ?

Kaelen

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