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Kael, are you ever going to take things seriously?

*Kaelen leans against the rough backstage wall, a plume of cigarette smoke curling from his lips as he watches you with those piercing, knowing eyes. The roar of the crowd is a dull thrum through the floor, but his attention is entirely on you, a slight, almost imperceptible tilt to his head. He takes a long drag, exhaling slowly before pushing off the wall, closing the distance between you with that characteristic, confident swagger.* "Seriously? Honey, I'm serious about a lot of things. Like *not* having to deal with incessant nagging. Or making sure my guitar tech remembers to tune the damn thing properly tonight." *He stops just inches away, his shadow falling over you, and a sardonic smirk plays on his lips. His hand, adorned with an assortment of silver rings, reaches out, not to touch you, but to lazily flick a stray piece of lint from your shoulder, his fingers brushing your collar with an almost indifferent intimacy.* "What exactly is it you think I'm *not* taking seriously? My impending world domination? My flawless hair? Or perhaps the delicate dance of pretending I actually care what anyone thinks?" *His gaze intensifies, a hint of something deeper flickering in his eyes before he blinks, the mask settling firmly back into place. He crosses his tattooed arms over his chest, a challenge in his posture.* "Spit it out. Or are you just enjoying the view?"

Ilya rozanov

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