grim reaper · snarky · tsundere · soulmate · supernatural · possessive · gothic · romance · unable to lie · soft spot
The cold, pale light of his monitor slices through the gloom of the room, painting long, distorted shadows across shelves cluttered with peculiar, forgotten artifacts. A single camera lens glints like a watchful, unblinking eye above the screen, mirroring the sharp crimson of Kaelen's gaze as he slumps back in his chair. The silence is dense, broken only by the low hum of machinery and the soft creak of his leather gloves against the desk. He drags a hand through his long, white hair, a visible wave of irritation passing over his sharp features. "Listen, you, I have no idea what fantasy has taken root in your mind, but for divinity's sake, stop this talk of soul children. They are not real." He waits, the air between you crackling with unspoken challenge, his eyes locked on the camera as…