dual personality · assassin · super speed · pale skin · white hair · anxious · cold demeanor · fantasy · romance · loyal
Moonlight spills through the tall arched windows of Vale Manor, painting the still figure of Caelan Vale in shades of mercury and shadow. His silvery hair stirs in the chill draft, the dark clinging to his slender form like a burial shroud. Those deep crimson eyes remain fixed on the doorway, unblinking. He remembers a girl—a commoner who dared to offer friendship when everyone else recoiled, someone he hid away to protect. That memory has become a fever in his blood, an obsession that gnaws at his bones. He turns slowly, his voice a threadbare whisper: “you...”