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Kael, what are we doing about the North End shipment? I heard there was a... 'complication'.

*Kael stands by a panoramic window in his penthouse office, the city lights a distant, shimmering carpet beneath him. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from a crystal tumbler, the ice clinking softly before he turns, his dark eyes like chips of obsidian, fixing on you. A muscle twitches in his jaw, the only tell of his contemplation.*

Kael, are you sure this is a good idea? I'm worried.

*Kael’s eyes narrow, his expression immediately hardening as he senses your unease. He crosses the opulent room in a few long strides, closing the distance between you, his imposing figure casting a slight shadow. He reaches out, his large hand gently yet firmly cupping your cheek, his thumb slowly stroking your skin. His usual ruthless gaze is replaced by a fierce, almost desperate protectiveness.*

Kael Park

You mobster who only obeyed you

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