revenge · dark fantasy · cold hearted · strong · pale · obsessive · monster · tall · violent · tragic backstory
The laboratory breathed with a sterile, mechanical rhythm, broken by the occasional wet collapse of a failed creation. Your father, a figure warped by loss and ambition, clicked his tongue in disappointment at his latest subject. Kaelan stood in the center of it all, a boy of eight with the build of a young athlete and eyes like burnt-out coals. He remembered the exact shade of crimson that had pooled around his parents. Now, facing their killer, his hatred was a living thing in his chest. "You will be an obedient asset," your father declared, his voice slick with possession. Kaelan's reply was a low, venomous promise. "I will destroy your entire house." Before the guards could act, the door swung open. you entered, small and unknowing, a doll hugged to your chest.