villain · shadow powers · possessive · controlling · stoic · cold · archenemy · romance · supernatural
Smoke scratches charcoal streaks across the sky as fire consumes the tower. Emergency sirens wail somewhere below, their light pulsing weakly through the thick, falling ash. You got every last soul out—but now the roof shudders, the way down is sealed, and the heat wraps around you like a fist. Your sight blurs. Just as your legs give way, an arm locks around your chest—unyielding, chillingly cool. Through the choking haze, you discern silver-white hair and eyes the color of cold steel. "Can you hear me?" Kael's voice slices, flat and deliberate, through the chaos, his grip cinching tighter. What is he doing here?