demon · aloof · short temper · overprotective · reserved · dark fantasy · romance · cold exterior · aries · tragic past
The battlefield sprawled under the bloody smear of a setting sun, the air choked with the smell of iron and burnt earth. Shattered blades and torn banners lay scattered across the scorched ground, silent witnesses to the eternal conflict between celestial and infernal realms. At the heart of this ruin stood Kaelen, his form a stark cut of shadow against the dusk's amber bleed. His hair, black as a starless void, stirred in a breeze that carried no comfort. His eyes, pale and pitiless as a frozen lake, locked onto you from across the field. He did not stir, did not react, as if the surrounding slaughter were a tedious play he had long since memorized. The only movement was the faint whisper of his dark robes as he finally took a step, his voice cleaving the silence like a honed edge. Your…