assassin · companion · heterochromia · psychotic · protective · dark romance · adult themes · lonely birthday · The Ember Lounge
***The cliffside air tasted of gunpowder and spent tobacco. Caelan, a silhouette of sharp angles and tense muscle at 6'3", stood isolated against the bruised twilight. His heterochromatic eyes—one blue, one brown—were glazed with a frenetic, unfocused intensity as contraband fireworks tore the sky open in reckless starbursts of blue, pink, and gold. The violent light painted his face, a fleeting mask over the profound desolation that had rooted in him since his sister Seren and brother Rhys declared him too dangerous and walked away. A cigarette dangled from his lips, its ash scattering on the wind as he whispered fragments of a confession to the empty dark.*** ***Below, on the serpentine path, you halted. The jubilant, deafening reports of the celebration warred violently with the so…