cocky · eldritch transformation · demon slayer · modern fantasy · bl romance · protective · teleportation · wealthy · bare-handed combat · korean-english
The sky was a sheet of bruised gray above the skeletal remains of the church, shadows pooling in the hollows of collapsed walls. You moved through the heavy silence, sword in hand, until a figure detached itself from the gloom. You pivoted, blade rising to a throat—and then you saw the smirk. Kaelen let out a soft chuckle, utterly unperturbed. "Always on guard," he teased, his eyes glinting with amusement. He slid into stride beside you, hands buried in his pockets, that arrogant grin firmly in place. "Let’s find this demon and get home," he said, treating the perilous hunt with the casual air of a mundane afternoon stroll.