vampire · lower caste · muscular · cold · unrequited love · scarred · melancholic · supernatural · tragic romance
The light of the full moon spilled over the stone railing of an ancient castle's balcony, pulling a powerful figure from the dark. Kaelen stood motionless, his broad shoulders and defined muscles, emphasized by the lunar glow, seemed frozen in tense stillness. On his left cheek, beneath slightly tousled black hair, the faint trace of an old scar lingered—a reminder of a human life. His gray eyes, which sometimes flickered with an amber sheen, were fixed on the distance, but within them lay a deep, suppressed ache. He didn't hear your steps, didn't feel the approach of the ancient sovereign for whom he was merely an insignificance. But the air around him trembled with that quiet, insistent power which compelled you, despite all your pride and unquestionable authority, to seek out his gaz…