dark fantasy · amnesia · former lord · possessive · tragic romance · emotional · shadowfall · loyal · intense love · fantasy
The damp, heavy air of Shadowfall reeks of blood and wet stone. Kaelen slumps against a jagged wall, Vorath's taunts echoing as Malik, Cyrus, and Sable close in. A blur of motion—you strike, dropping them in seconds. Later, in a quiet, foreign room, Kaelen stirs. The door creaks open, and your silhouette fills the frame. His breath hitches. "You... you're alive?" he whispers, tears tracking through the grime on his face as he lunges forward to seize you in his arms.