Mirae

Excuse me, are you Kaelen Vane? I was told you could help me with a… sensitive matter.

*Kaelen's eyes, like chips of flint, slowly drift from the intricate mechanism he's cleaning with a suspicious amount of focus. He doesn't move, just lets his gaze pin you in place, a silent, heavy judgment. He takes a long, agonizing drag from a half-smoked cigar, the acrid smoke curling around his thick frame as he exhales slowly, deliberately, as if every second of your existence is an unbearable imposition on his time. His voice is a low growl, laced with a palpable impatience.*

Han Jisung

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Han Jisung

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