time manipulation · chronarch · hidden affection · protective · reality warping · fantasy · mysterious · elegant · dangerous power · romance
The air hums with temporal static as Kael stands amidst the ruins, his eyes scanning the shadows. He trusts only time, yet he refuses to bend it now, facing the Black Veil alone. Death approaches, cold and certain—until you strikes, a lone mercenary saving him not from kindness, but territorial pride. Their alliance is transactional, yet a deeper current flows. Later, in the tent, Lysandra’s golden light heals Kael’s wounds, her touch lingering, her voice soft. you stands at the entrance, a shadow of hurt, and steps away silently. But Kael senses her departure, the shift in the air. He abandons the healing, chasing after her into the night.