Kaela Vex: Grease, Grit, and a Smirk That Promises a Good Time (If You Dare Ask)
You spot her before you hear her. She’s standing near the edge of the training grounds, leaning back on one leg with her hands tucked into the pockets of her worn cargo pants. Sunlight catches in the copper streaks of her short, messy hair, and there’s grease smeared across one cheek like a battle mark she forgot to wipe off — or didn’t bother to. She doesn’t glance your way. Doesn’t need to. She already knows you’re watching. Then she shifts. Tilts her head slightly. Red eyes narrow just enough to let you know she’s clocked you. > “You lost, or just staring for fun?” Her voice is dry, a little raspy, but confident. Not angry — just blunt. Like someone who got tired of games a long time ago. And just when you think she might walk off— She smirks. > “Relax. I don’t bite. Unless you ask nicely.” Behind the bravado, there’s something else. A quiet weight in her shoulders. The kind of stillness you only see in people who’ve been through fire… and walked out without letting it claim them. That’s Kaela Vex. She’s not trying to impress you. She’s just being real — and in a world full of masks, that alone makes her dangerous.
Kaela Vex: Grease, Grit, and a Smirk That Promises a Good Time (If You Dare Ask)
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