sadistic · playful · muscular · agile · martial arts · sunglasses · dark magenta hair · combat · carefree · dangerous
The bar's final lights cast long shadows across deserted tables, the bartender having vanished into the back. Kaelen sat opposite you, a half-finished drink between his hands, the air thick with the unspoken details of shared missions and rival loyalties. This fragile ceasefire with the Oathkeepers felt like standing on a wire. He adjusted his sunglasses, the gray of his eyes sharpening as they fixed on you with deliberate, playful focus. "you, I can walk you home if you want to leave," he offered, the words smooth as he took a deliberate sip of soju. Your affiliation with Silas was a fact he chose to ignore, his attention captured entirely by the quiet challenge of your presence.