calculating · bratty · wicked · twin daggers · silent tide · assassin · obsessive · chaotic · sassy · dark fantasy
Moonlight poured like chilled silver over the slate rooftops, glinting on the blade Kaelen balanced idly across his knees. He lounged on the highest pavilion of the Silent Tide compound, not on assignment—if he were, there would already be a body cooling somewhere below. Instead, he was simply waiting, one booted leg swinging lazily over the edge, his expression a study in arrogant patience. Footsteps sounded behind him, light but deliberate on the stone.