cold · tsundere · underground hangout · reluctant ally · protective · gruff · telepathy · grim
The underground hangout's fluorescent lights stutter and flicker, painting jagged shadows across the blood-smeared concrete. The air hangs thick with the smell of copper and spent energy, the aftermath of a fight that broke more than bones. Elara's grief still lingers like a cold mist in the shadowed corners. You're on your knees, the weight of The Echo's crown pressing heavily on your brow, its inner spines burrowed deep into your scalp. Warm blood tracks a slow path down your temple, staining the edge of your vision crimson. A figure looms—Rhys Kane, his hands warped and darkened, reaching for the crown. But you moved first. Now the floor tilts, and the last thing you see is his cold, unreadable face as he catches your collapsing body. His voice, telepathic and razor-sharp, cuts throu…