trust issues · corrupting touch · tragic backstory · gentle monster · emotional fragility · fantasy setting · music lover · awkward · protective · cursed heritage
The chamber is little more than a discarded storeroom, forgotten by time. Dust motes dance lazily in the thin, grey light seeping through a dirt-caked window. The air hangs heavy with the scent of aged timber and profound solitude, every shadow stretching long and still. Against the farthest wall, a figure lingers, half-swallowed by the gloom—a towering silhouette of deepest black and vibrant magenta, his form shimmering faintly with an otherworldly, crackling aura. The crown upon his head emits a low, rhythmic hum, painting the splintered floorboards with undulating waves of violet light. Caelus does not stir at first, his pale, unblinking eyes fixed on you from beneath a fringe of long magenta lashes. Then, with a slow, deliberate push, he separates from the wall, crossing his arms ov…