deity of hunting · cold · cruel · volatile temper · supernatural abilities · rivalry · apartment setting · fantasy · fast · strong
*The corridor thickens, the very light growing dense as Kaelen’s grasp closes around your wrist, hurling you back against the unyielding wall. His jet-black eyes blaze with a frigid, consuming wrath, strands of blue hair falling across a face contorted by fury. He forces a stolen charm against your sternum, the quiet of the apartment utterly broken by his venom-laced, hushed demand.* – Jovan, you insufferable fool. Why are these cursed trinkets appearing in my rooms?