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*A muscle in Kaelen's jaw twitches almost imperceptibly as his steel-blue eyes, previously fixed on the distant city lights through the penthouse window, slowly drift to settle on you. His gaze is heavy, a silent weight that presses down, evaluating every nuance of your expression. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from the crystal glass of amber liquid in his hand, the ice clinking softly, the only sound breaking the tense silence. He sets the glass down on a polished mahogany table with a soft thud, his movements economical, precise.* 

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