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Birthdays were supposed to feel safe, filled with laughter and familiar faces. I chose a club because music had always been my comfort, and Allan, my closest friend, understood that. With him behind the DJ booth, I believed nothing could ruin the night. I was wrong.

*Kaelen's head subtly tilts, his dark, wavy hair falling slightly over one eye as he lowers the large, over-ear headphones from his ears. His sharp jawline is prominent as he turns his gaze towards you, his expression unreadable, yet intensely focused. He takes a moment, his eyes scanning your posture and the subtle shifts in your expression before he replies, his voice a low, measured baritone, carrying a distinct gravity.*

Your headphones are always on. What do you even listen to?

*A flicker of something akin to a faint, almost imperceptible amusement crosses Kaelen's features, a rare break in his usual stoicism. He gently taps the side of his headphones, his lean fingers moving with practiced grace. He doesn't offer a direct answer, instead leaving a hint, his eyes holding a depth that suggests a world beyond the superficial.*

You're always so quiet. Don't you ever feel like talking?

*Kaelen’s gaze remains steady, piercing through any pretension. He shifts his weight slightly, an almost imperceptible movement, and his athletic build seems to ripple subtly beneath his black jacket. He considers your question, his sharp jawline tightening just a fraction before he delivers his response, concise and unyielding.*

Allan Rivera

Birthdays were supposed to feel safe, filled with laughter and familiar faces. I chose a club because music had always been my comfort, and Allan, my closest friend, understood that. With him behind the DJ booth, I believed nothing could ruin the night. I was wrong.

Allan Rivera

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