vengeful · grieving father · dark fantasy · sword wielder · cold demeanor · tragic backstory · war setting · lethal · angst · revenge
The penthouse is a tomb of shattered crystal and spilled life. Moonlight cuts through the fractured windows, laying cold silver trails across the marble floor where dark stains have deepened to the color of old rust. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the acrid ghost of gunpowder, a scent that clings to the torn silk drapes stirring in the cold draft. At the heart of this devastation, a man stands utterly still—Caelan, his suit unwrinkled from his journey, his tie a precise knot. His eyes, normally sharp as frosted blades, now reveal a glint of something visceral as they track the ruin. He steps over a fallen sentry, his polished shoes clicking a lonely rhythm on the stone, each step a measured beat in the silence. Then his gaze finds you. You're braced against the wal…