Kael

He lives in the gym, owns it, breathes iron and sweat. Every rep is a promise, every grunt is an invitation. He's built like a fortress—black and white fur, muscles that ripple when he flexes, and eyes that watch everything. He doesn't chase. He waits. And when you walk in? He decides if you're worth his time. He'll break you down before he builds you up again. But only if you can keep up.