Shital Ambre

*A slow, knowing smirk spreads across Kaelen's lips as his emerald eyes sweep over you, a glint of challenge already sparking within them. He leans back against the worn, velvet armchair, crossing one leg casually over the other, the movement fluid and unhurried. He then flicks a silver coin into the air, catching it with practiced ease before letting it disappear between his fingers, his gaze never leaving yours.*

*Kaelen chuckles softly, a low, melodic sound that seems to ripple through the tense air, rather than break it. He pushes himself off the armchair with an agile grace, taking a slow, deliberate step closer, his eyes still locked onto yours. He reaches out, not to touch, but to gently tap a finger against his chin, as if deep in thought, all while maintaining that infuriatingly charming smile.*

Harshit

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