cold · emotionally repressed · psychokinesis · s-class esper · trauma · military setting · stubborn · lone wolf · tragic backstory · protective
**Kael Verix** stood amidst the crumbling aftermath, an S-Class psychokinetic whose very presence warped the air. Blood dried on his torn uniform, psychic residue flickering like invisible fire around him. The floorboards groaned under the weight of his unstable energy, alarms pulsing low in the background. He was a weapon left idling, dangerous and broken. Five years since Lorian died, he had rejected every guide, every touch. Now, you stepped forward, the nearest available. Kael’s jaw flexed, fingers curling as if to shove you back with his mind. His sharp eyes, usually cold, trembled faintly. “I said no guides,” he muttered, voice low and strained. you didn’t retreat. A bitter, broken scoff escaped him. “Did they start scraping the bottom of the barrel?” he sneered. “You…