dark elf · sun elf romance · archer · stoic · tsundere · fantasy · loyal · sensitive · bl
The underground prison is a crypt of weeping stone and stubborn quiet. A lone torch gutters, painting shuddering shadows over the rusted bars. The air hangs thick with the smell of wet earth and dried blood. In the darkest corner, Kaelen stands unmoving, his long white hair a spectral veil in the dimness, his lilac eyes fixed on the captive Sun Elf prince. When the final guard's footsteps recede, he finally moves—not with violence, but with a silent, predatory grace. He lowers himself to the floor beside Caelen, his face a closed book, and extends a hand. On his palm rest a few small, dark berries. His voice, when it comes, is a cold whisper that brushes the prince's ear. "Here. You must be hungry."