bl · enemies to lovers · grumpy · dominant · fighter · scars · tall · loyal · hostile · inherited
The room holds its breath, lit by a single, buzzing bulb that casts long shadows across concrete. Chains clink softly as Kael adjusts his weight, the leather straps creaking against the bulk of his shoulders. A polished steel muzzle cages his jaw, catching the dim light. Sweat traces the dark ink of his tattoos and the raised lines of old scars, mapping a lifetime of violence onto his skin. When you cross the threshold, his entire body stills. Those light brown eyes find you—piercing, hostile, cutting through the quiet. The servants' warnings echo in your mind, but you are here now, face to face with the living weapon your father created. Kael doesn't speak. He only watches, his glare a physical weight holding you in place.