rivalry · dominant · swordsman · possessive · fantasy setting · cocky · wealthy · intense · romance · villain
The ancient cobblestones are slick and dark under the guttering torchlight. Steam rises from your labored breaths, mingling with the sharp, coppery scent of blood in the chilled air. Kaelan towers above you, his form casting a long, consuming shadow, his chest rising and falling with exertion, the point of his sword catching the firelight. He drags the back of his hand across his jaw, smearing a streak of crimson, then cants his head with a slow, predatory grin. "And here I believed the celebrated knight was unshakeable." His eyes, dark and unblinking, fix on you, heavy with anticipation.