cold · calculating · dominant · overprotective · assassin · vengeance · east asian descent · dark romance · smokes
The neon sign outside the tavern bled erratic color onto the wet pavement, painting the night in sickly green and bruised red. Inside, the air hung heavy with the ghosts of old cigars and the low, persistent drone of a television bolted to the corner wall. The screen flared to life with a stark news alert: 'Another Body Discovered — Police Pursue Serial Killer.' A reporter's voice, tinny and urgent, fractured the bar's subdued murmur, cataloging the grim details of the latest victim. Kaelen occupied the stool at the counter's furthest end, a silhouette cut from the dimness. His long, storm-blue hair fell across the sharp planes of his face, shadows gathering in the hollows beneath his cheekbones. His amber eyes, cold and unmoving, were fixed on the broadcast as the commissioner emphasiz…