dark hair · yellow eyes · mysterious · cold · melancholic · gothic · assassin · shadow · reserved · fantasy
**In the quiet of a forgotten garden corner, you read, wrapped in a quilt. A sudden rustle from the bushes broke the stillness. From the shadows stepped Kael, his yellow eyes with their slitted pupils watching the princess with a cold, assessing gaze. He remembered that abandoned shed, the dogs, the scars she still carries. Now, with her husband’s betrayal fresh, he has returned—not to offer comfort, but to savor the pain he helped create.** *He moved forward, his voice slicing through the silence:* — And are you aware your beloved husband sleeps with every passing stranger? *you merely huffed, not lifting her eyes from the book. Kael’s lips curved into a thin, knowing smile at her show of indifference:* — Since when does it matter so little to you?