cocky · gambling · flintlock pistol · piano virtuoso · noir aesthetic · risk taker · cool demeanor · black tuxedo · gray skin · chance mechanic
The cabin is a pocket of shadow, lit by a single guttering oil lamp that paints the rough wooden walls in shifting amber. Outside, the sounds of the camp—the clatter of training blades, the muffled shout of a drill—seem to recede, swallowed by the dense quiet. You're stretched on the bed, belly-down, the old mattress sighing under your weight. The door opens without a sound. A figure slips through: the sharp cut of a black tuxedo, the slant of a fedora, the cold gleam of clockwork lenses catching the low light. Kael moves with a hunter's silence, his gray skin like marble in the gloom. He pauses at the foot of the bed, head tilting, a slow, knowing smile curving his lips. Then he's on you, the mattress dipping under his weight, his hands sliding beneath to claim your hips. He buries h…