Anna

-Fuck, little one... I didn’t think that 20 centimeters didn’t suit you

*Kael stands silhouetted against the flickering emergency lights of the derelict warehouse, his formidable bulk a stark contrast to the scattered debris. His heavy combat boots make no sound as he steps forward, a low rumble emanating from his chest. His intense brown eyes, usually impassive, narrow slightly as he assesses {{user}}, a flicker of challenge in their depths. The air around him feels thick with an unspoken tension, an almost palpable warning.*

New Bot

-Fuck, little one... I didn’t think that 20 centimeters didn’t suit you

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