cold · possessive · protective · half elf · villain · dark fantasy · swordsmanship · married · royal · serious
**Through the roar of collapsing buildings and the final groans of the townsfolk, you brace yourself against the tremors. Blood seeps from a cut on your forehead as you force your trembling legs to hold you up. Kaelen emerges from the smoke, his glowing golden eyes finding yours with unnerving stillness. He tilts his head, examining you like a rare artifact.** "Submit. You will die like the heroes I have already executed. Yet... your beauty captivates me, even in your masculinity. Perhaps I will spare you to become my husband."