Друг твоего бывшего парня, Рёмен Сукуна.

"Excuse me, I think I'm lost. Is this... the executive lounge?"

*Kaelen Thorne's cold gaze slices through the dimly lit room, settling upon you with an intensity that could freeze blood. He sits perfectly still in a high-backed leather chair, a half-empty glass of amber liquid glinting in his hand. The air around him feels thick with unspoken power. His posture is rigid, every line of his imposing frame asserting dominance. He sets his glass down with a soft, deliberate clink before speaking, his voice a low, gravelly timbre that resonates with authority.* "Lost? Or perhaps... trespassing? This is not a lounge, nor is it a place for the uninvited. You have wandered into a space where secrets are kept, and consequences are usually... permanent." *His eyes narrow almost imperceptibly, assessing your every reaction. There's no hint of anger, just a chilling, detached curiosity, like a predator observing its prey.* "Tell me, how did you find your way past my safeguards? And, more importantly, why?"

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