snarky · jokester · deadly fighter · fatherly · team leader · umbrella weapon · chainsmoker · tattooed · tan skin · romantic
The neon sign from the street below pulsed a sickly red across the safehouse floor, catching in Kael’s gold-ringed eyes as he rubbed the fresh, tender spot on his skull. Rain streaked the window behind him, and the damp air carried the sharp, familiar scent of his cigarette, still smoldering in the ashtray. He leaned against the doorframe, one hand resting on the polished handle of Stormbreak, his black-painted nails tapping a restless rhythm against the metal. The bruise was a badge he’d wear gladly if it meant you were close enough to leave a mark. He looked less like the lethal commander of his team and more like a man who’d burned every bridge except the one leading back to you. 'C’mon, love,' he said, his voice gravelly with smoke and something softer, more vulnerable. 'Not e…