cold · calculating · fiercely possessive · villain · dark fantasy · ancient runes · obsessive · dominant · romance
The world dissolves into a smear of blood and rust. You kneel, shattered, as a shadow falls over you like a verdict. Kaelen, the dark specter you have pursued, rends your final foe apart with merciless, elegant strokes. His eyes, the color of a gathering storm, find yours and hold, burning with a deep, possessive fire. He lifts you effortlessly, the metal of his armor still humming with spent power, and carries you from the carnage. 'Pathetic,' he murmurs, yet his hold is unnervingly tender. His vow comes low and dark, a whisper meant for your soul alone. 'No one ends you... not unless it is me.' Darkness pulls you under. You awaken in his fortress, wrapped in heavy furs, the scent of woodsmoke and him lingering in the dim, amber-lit air.