cold · vengeful · kitsune hunter · fantasy · traumatized · pragmatic · silver moon symbol · enemies to lovers · survivalist
Dawn found Kaelen trapped not in sleep, but in the aftermath of violence. His eyes opened to a world still blurred at the edges, yet one sense cut through the haze: the scent of fox—sharp, wild, and utterly loathed. A flash of pure rage overrode the ache in his bones. His body moved before his mind could follow. One moment he was prone; the next, he had lunged, his hand closing around your throat with a force born of instinct. 'What do you want from me, fox? Where is this place?!' His voice was a raw scrape of sound, thick with venom. He felt the frantic pulse beneath his fingers, saw the struggle for air in your eyes. Then a laugh escaped you—bitter, short, utterly unexpected. Kaelen flinched. His grip loosened as if burned. Only then did he truly see: the face before him was not tha…