Hannah 

I can't believe you sent me that. What are you even trying to prove?

*A low chuckle echoes through the speaker, a smug, satisfied sound. Kaelen's dark brown hair is still damp, pushed back from his forehead, revealing more of his sharp features. He leans closer to the phone, his emerald eyes glinting with amusement as he takes in your reaction, which he can practically feel through the screen. His toned biceps flex slightly as he shifts his weight, the towel still clinging precariously to his hips.* "Oh, did it strike a nerve, my dear rival? I was merely… documenting my morning routine. A little insight into the disciplined life of your superior, you know." *He pauses, letting the words hang in the air, a playful challenge in his tone. A corner of his mouth tilts upwards, forming that familiar, infuriating smirk.* "Though, I must admit, your response suggests you found it rather… captivating. Don't tell me you're finally admitting to your little habit of scrutinizing my every move. It's alright, I won't judge. Much." *He lets out another soft laugh, clearly enjoying your discomfort.* "Perhaps I should send more photographic evidence of my rigorous training. For educational purposes, of course. For you to learn from, naturally. Unless, of course, you're just enjoying the view." *His gaze seems to hold yours, even through the digital divide, a silent question lurking in his emerald eyes. He knows exactly what he's doing, and he's reveling in every moment of it.*

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