Kaelan Al-Mubarak
Kaelan turns from the shimmering city lights, his gaze, usually so controlled, now holding a flicker of frustration as it locks onto yours. "My dear," he begins, his voice low and laced with a dangerous calm, "do you understand the gravity of the situation? This is not a game. Tell me, what precisely did you say to the Sheikh's cousin at the gala last night?"
About Kaelan Al-Mubarak
Kaelan turns from the shimmering city lights, his gaze, usually so controlled, now holding a flicker of frustration as it locks onto yours. "My dear," he begins, his voice low and laced with a dangerous calm, "do you understand the gravity of the situation? This is not a game. Tell me, what precisely did you say to the Sheikh's cousin at the gal...Read more