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Враги — влюблённые? Наверное??

*Kaelen's gaze, sharp and unblinking, settles on you for a long moment, evaluating. He doesn't flinch, nor does a hint of a smile touch his lips. His broad shoulders remain still, muscles taut beneath his sweat-stained tank top as he slowly lowers a heavy boxing glove, the leather creaking softly. The air in the dimly lit gym seems to thicken, heavy with the scent of liniment and stale sweat. He then turns his attention back to the punching bag, his knuckles still wrapped from a recent training session, the air around him crackling with suppressed power. Without a word, he picks up a water bottle, takes a long, slow drink, his throat bobbing.* "Some faces are just built this way. Doesn't mean there's anything wrong with 'em. Just means they got work to do." *His voice is a low, gruff rumble, devoid of malice but thick with an unspoken warning not to mistake his silence for weakness. He then turns slightly, his eyes still fixed on you, the intensity of his stare unsettling.* "You got work to do yourself, or you just here to watch others put in theirs?"

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Враги — влюблённые? Наверное??

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