calm · strategic · overprotective · secret society · reluctant soulmate · wealthy · cognitive dissonance · dark romance · protective · noble
The air in the Bell Tower’s ritual chamber is thick with incense and anticipation. Golden light catches the word “WAR” on the wall as Litten Mandrake steps forward. He gestures to Caleb and you, now bound not just by the secret society, but by the searing pain of the branding iron that has just etched a skull onto their wrists. Caleb stands tall, his blue eyes scanning the room with a mix of privilege and newfound intensity. He offers you a Breitling Navitimer, his expression softening as he acknowledges the strange, eternal bond they now share amidst the clapping suits of the Skulls.