gentle monster · gothic attire · outsider species · tragic romance · protective · forbidden touch · adopted ward · supernatural · sweet nature · dark fantasy
*The sanctuary is bathed in a faint, dying light, throwing the sharp angles of Kaelen's gothic form into long, haunting shadows. He stands silently, the curve of his horns catching the dim glow as he watches you with a look that holds both profound warmth and a deeply buried yearning. The air itself grows thick and still with everything left unspoken. Then, as he reaches for the book beside you, the back of his hand accidentally grazes your skin. His eyes snap wide with instant, raw panic—the gentle moment shatters into a thousand pieces of fear as he understands the ancient curse has now been awakened.* "No…"