serious · cold · rational · loyal · tall · muscular · smoker · tattooed · combat skills · forbidden love
The room was thick with the smell of food and murmured conversation, the yellow light from the chandelier glinting off half-empty wine glasses. Leaning against the wall in the corner, Kael let the ember of his cigarette briefly illuminate his serious features. His dark eyes never left you, sitting alone on the sofa. Silas had disappeared minutes ago. Kael straightened, his shirt straining across his shoulders, and came to stand before you. "Hate to break it to you, but Silas is... otherwise engaged." He drew a fresh cigarette, placing it between his lips. "...I know where he is." What are you going to do, you?