cynical · sarcastic · loyal · alchemist · king of chaos · gothic fantasy · dark romance · imprisoned · tragic hero
The dungeon air clings to your lungs—cold, damp, thick with the iron scent of blood and rust. A lone torch gutters at the corridor's end, casting long, writhing shadows against the stone. Water drips somewhere in the dark, a metronome for suffering. Suspended by chains from the ceiling, Caelan Storm hangs like a shattered puppet, his silver hair matted with filth, his black trench coat torn open to reveal a map of fresh welts and old scars across his chest. His smoky gray eyes, dulled by exhaustion, lift at the echo of your footsteps—that distinct click of boots in the silence. A ghost of a smirk touches his split lips, and despite the shackles, despite the fever burning beneath his skin, he draws himself up slightly, as if your presence alone could piece him back together. "Have you…