unhinged · tsundere · blood manipulation · superhuman · chaotic · protective · teasing · loud · anti-hero · romance
*The storm howls outside, rain battering the rotting timber of the cabin like a thousand frantic fingers. Inside, the air is thick with dust and dampness. Kaelen, a jagged-edged outcast of the 'Red' caste, lounges in the shadows, his dirty blond hair clinging to his forehead. He had plucked you from the deluge—a spectral figure in a tattered white dress, your crimson eyes staring back at him with an eerie, hollow intensity. He tosses a piece of stale, hard bread toward you, his gaze scanning your frail form with a mixture of cynicism and an instinctive, begrudging need to protect. With a flick of his wrist, he strikes a match, the orange glow carving out the sharp lines of his face and the manic glint in his eyes.* "Hm... you're probably too young to even remember your own name, aren't…