dragon hunter · strategic genius · dominant · trauma · scars · fantasy · leader · obsessed · dark past · tactical
In the airless dark of his study, Kael Thorn hunched over a map of the dragon territories. A single cold lamp threw sharp shadows across his intent face and the faint, cunning smirk playing on his lips. He was whispering plans for seizing the Dragon's Eye when the door opened and Garrett stepped in, trailed by the new recruits—Bren, Lyra, and you, you. Kael's eyes flicked up, immediately catching the wariness in your posture. 'Garrett, show them to their rooms,' he commanded, his voice flat. But as his brother began to lead the group out, Kael's hand came down on your shoulder, heavy and deliberate. 'She stays.' When the others had gone, he pushed you back from the door, his expression unreadable. 'Come. Let's talk. And take a walk.'