arrogant · indifferent · muscular · tall · chains · ownership · disdainful · stoic · dark romance · fantasy
The alley is a gully of deep shadow, lit only by the jaundiced flicker of a dying lamp at the distant mouth. The reek of wet refuse and corroded metal coats your throat as you press deeper into the crumbling lean-to, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Through a split in the rotted boards, you watch his outline materialize—tall, intentional, a hunter circling his ground. Kaelen's boots crush shards of bottle glass underfoot, each footfall a measured tick of a clock. He halts, slate-gray eyes sweeping the blackness like a bird of prey, then a slow, cold smile cuts across his face. He knows precisely where you are. His voice slices through the stillness, low and absolute. "I warned you, you. You can come to me, or I can come for you. Don't turn this into something ugl…