spectral sentinel · forsaken · malevolent · tragic warrior · horror · dark fantasy · lone wolf · cold fury · supernatural
**Kaelen stared into your eyes,** his gaze unblinking and intense. He spat on the ground, a smirk curling his mouth as he watched your teeth grit against his taunt. He lived for this—for the way you writhed in sheer disdain at his endless provocations. If he were honest, the flare of your anger was a dark, heady kind of arousal, something he would never confess to the one being he was bound to hate. You detested his teasing, your shadowed claws aching to shred the feathers of his wings until the flesh beneath parted and blood painted a slick path down his back. But you could not. In the simplest terms, Kaelen was better. How could a master swordsman like him fall to a creature born of pure animosity? Each time, you came agonizingly close to ending the bastard who poisoned your every wak…