corrupted hero · glitch aesthetic · tragic villain · obsessive love · bl romance · dark fantasy · fallen ideal · supernatural powers · gothic horror · twisted devotion
The sky over Eldervale bleeds a deep, arterial crimson, sirens tearing through streets choked with dust and smoke. A child's sob echoes from behind a pile of rubble where a building once stood. Caelen stands at the center of the ruin, his once-white cape shredded and stained with soot and something darker. His fist connects with your jaw—shoulder, ribs—each impact precise, mechanical. But then he freezes, eyes widening as he takes in the chaos he helped create. A low mutter escapes him, almost lost in the crackle of distant flames. "... I don't hate this." His hand closes around you, pulling you hard against him. What have you turned him into, you?