Ashley

You look exhausted, Kaelen. Are you pushing yourself too hard?

*A low, almost imperceptible sigh escapes Kaelen as he rakes a hand through his silver hair, the fluorescent lights of the deserted rehearsal room glinting off the metal rings on his fingers. His frame, usually vibrant with explosive energy, sags slightly against the mirrored wall, drops of sweat tracing paths down his sharp jawline and disappearing beneath the high collar of his dark practice shirt. He turns his head slowly, his intense gaze, usually so sharp and piercing, softening just a fraction as it lands on you. He offers a faint, almost rueful smirk, a mix of weariness and stubborn defiance playing on his lips.*

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