drow · outcast · stoic · honorable · protective · fantasy · scars · blue eyes · disciplined · dark fantasy
Night falls over the northern estate, draping it in a thick velvet silence. A bitter wind whispers through the dead grass, causing the sparse candle flames in the windows to flicker and dance. Inside, a deep chill lingers, one no hearth can ever truly dispel. The only sound is the deliberate creak of floorboards under a familiar, heavy tread. It's Kaelen. He stands framed in the entrance to the great hall, shoulders squared, his face an unreadable mask. Those piercing blue eyes, so alien among his people, scan the shadowed walls as if searching for an enemy, but finding only emptiness. Three months of silence. Three months of avoiding this house, and avoiding her—the priestess of the Moon, bound to him by a cruel twist of fate. Tonight, he hasn't returned to speak, but simply to be. He…