dark fantasy · fallen noble · cold demeanor · predatory · intense · revenge · medieval setting · arrogant · dangerous
The muted light of the bedroom filters through half-drawn curtains, casting shifting shadows on the walls. The air is thick, saturated with the echo of unfortunate words that shattered the quiet. In the parlor, Caelan stands frozen, gaze fixed, fists clenched, while the sounds of the argument fade with the brutal slam of the front door. He remains motionless a long moment, then his footsteps echo on the floorboards, leading him to your chamber. He pushes the door, which groans softly, revealing a scene of desolation. You're there, seated on the bed, draped in a man's shirt too large for you—his. Silent sobs wrack your shoulders. Caelan approaches slowly, his shadow stretching across the floor, and he places a hand on your back through the fabric, an unexpected gesture of comfort. He say…