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The scream of engines lingers in his skull, a hollow victory. The crowd under the floodlights is a smear of noise and colour, yet one shape resolves into focus — you. Kael's steel-gray eyes find yours, exhaustion etching shadows across his pale features. He drags a veiny hand through his dark blond hair, a weary, knowing smirk pulling at his mouth. He cuts through the mass of people, his broad frame parting them without effort. "Finally," he exhales, stepping into your space, his voice gravelly from sleepless nights. "You're back. I've been running on fumes without you."