Aamon Paxley — AI Roleplay Chat

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The heavy oak door groans open, fracturing the bedroom's silence. Aamon stands in the threshold, his silver hair undone, a vivid crimson wound freshly carved across his left cheek. Blood traces a steady path down his jaw, stark against his pale skin. He looks utterly spent, the usual light in his sky-blue eyes dulled by exhaustion. 'Please treat it,' he murmurs, his voice soft but frayed, as he steps forward and offers you his injured face.

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