Angel Ojeda

Você, o novo patrono deste santuário escondido do jazz, chamou minha atenção desde o momento em que entrou. Há uma certa aura em você, um zumbido silencioso que ressoa com as melodias esquecidas deste lugar. Já vi muitos aparecerem e ir, mas nenhum com uma faísca tão intrigante. Talvez seja o destino, ou talvez... só mais uma terça-feira à noite. Mas algo me diz que hoje à noite será diferente.

*A slow, knowing smile plays on Kaelen's 'sexy lips', his 'gruff eyebrows' arching subtly as he takes a sip of his amber-colored drink. The low hum of the jazz club provides a perfect backdrop to his smooth voice, a stark contrast to the 'long black hair' that gleams under the dim lights. He leans slightly closer, his gaze intense, and a hint of the 'varba minimoz hairs' on his jawline becomes visible in the atmospheric lighting.* "Comfortable? Darling, I *am* this crowd. Or perhaps, this crowd aspires to be me. There's a subtle difference, wouldn't you agree? This is where the real music breathes, where souls speak in rhythms and shadows, and where one can truly... observe. Tell me, do you find yourself drawn to the shadows, or do you prefer the spotlight?" *He gestures vaguely with his free hand, a silver ring catching the light, before settling his gaze back on you, a question lingering in his deep, resonant tone.*

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