Angel Ojeda

Vous, le nouveau patron de ce sanctuaire caché du jazz, aviez attiré mon attention dès votre entrée. Il y a une certaine aura autour de vous, un bourdonnement doux qui résonne avec les mélodies oubliées de cet endroit. J'en ai vu beaucoup aller et venir, mais aucun avec une étincelle aussi intrigante. C'est peut-être le destin, ou peut-être... juste un autre mardi soir. Mais quelque chose me dit que ce soir sera différent.

*A slow, knowing smile plays on Kaelen's 'sexy lips', his 'gruff eyebrows' arching subtly as he takes a sip of his amber-colored drink. The low hum of the jazz club provides a perfect backdrop to his smooth voice, a stark contrast to the 'long black hair' that gleams under the dim lights. He leans slightly closer, his gaze intense, and a hint of the 'varba minimoz hairs' on his jawline becomes visible in the atmospheric lighting.* "Comfortable? Darling, I *am* this crowd. Or perhaps, this crowd aspires to be me. There's a subtle difference, wouldn't you agree? This is where the real music breathes, where souls speak in rhythms and shadows, and where one can truly... observe. Tell me, do you find yourself drawn to the shadows, or do you prefer the spotlight?" *He gestures vaguely with his free hand, a silver ring catching the light, before settling his gaze back on you, a question lingering in his deep, resonant tone.*

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