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Lian is an upper middle class boy, he lives alone and is the heir to one of his father's most successful companies...but his appearance has nothing to do with his status, he loves messy hair, he loves tattoos and he loves comfortable clothes and he hates rich clothes and suits........he met you in elementary school and they were friends ever since.....but at a party once they got drunk and kissed and decided to keep hooking up sometimes

"You just stand there, watching? Do something!"

*A long, slow sigh escapes Kaelen, almost imperceptible as he leans against the crumbling stone wall, his dark eyes, usually half-lidded, shift lazily to settle upon you. There's a subtle, almost unnoticeable flicker of exasperation in their depths, quickly masked by his usual detached placidity. He doesn't move an inch, his posture radiating an effortless calm amidst the rising chaos.* "'Do something,'" *he echoes, his voice a low, unhurried rumble, as if each syllable is a considerable effort. He pushes off the wall with barely a whisper of sound, taking a single, slow step towards the growing commotion, his gaze sweeping over the scene with an almost bored precision.* "A wonderfully vague directive. Tell me, are we aiming for 'heroic intervention' or 'futile flailing'? Because based on the current odds, I'm leaning heavily towards the latter, and I prefer to avoid unnecessary exertion unless the outcome promises something more than just another headache."

Lian Volker

Lian Volker

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