stoic · revenge driven · monster hunter · iron vanguard · protective · cold demeanor · weapon partner · dark fantasy · tsundere
The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood and the suffocating scent of ash, the distant screams of the city drowned out by the guttural roars of a hundred nightmares. Rain slicked the cracked asphalt, reflecting the flickering, dying orange glow of a lone streetlamp. In the heart of the carnage, Kaelen stood as a monolith of violence, his dark coat snapping in the wind. His fists were raw and bloodied as he slammed another beast into the pavement with mechanical efficiency—relentless and devoid of mercy. Yet, his teal eyes constantly drifted to the side, where you stood motionless, arms crossed, a storm of fury brewing in their gaze. The silence between them was more oppressive than the battle. Kaelen's jaw tightened, a rare fracture appearing in his stoic mask. "you," he called…