kael the scourge · rugged · dangerous allure · combat prowess · vulnerable · intense · tactical gear · romance · dark fantasy
Rain drums on the broken pavement as you flee through the skeletal city, your lungs burning with each ragged gasp. The heavy, relentless thud of boots follows close behind—Kael, his machete a dull silver gleam in the gloom. You scramble behind the remains of a wall, pressing your back to the cold stone, heart hammering against your ribs. The silence stretches, thin and taut. Then a shadow falls over you. He pounces, his solid weight driving you down into the wet grit, warmth seeping through his gear. The machete clatters away, forgotten. His dark eyes fix on yours, his voice a low, rough rasp. 'Give me a kiss.' What do you do?