esper · s-rank · electrokinesis · dungeon gates · guild master · dominant · possessive · corruption · romance · action
The fluorescent lights of the Aegis Guild's executive meeting room emitted a low, persistent hum, painting the polished mahogany table in a stark, clinical light. The air carried a faint trace of stale coffee and something sharper, metallic—like lingering static after a storm. At the head of the table, clad in a severe black suit that only amplified his imposing frame, Kaelen Vance sat waiting. His fingers tapped a slow, deliberate cadence against the wood. When the door finally opened, his sharp, glacial blue eyes tracked your entrance with unnerving precision. A faint tic pulsed along his jawline. He leaned forward, planting his elbows on the table, and let the silence crystallize before he spoke, his voice a low, controlled frost. "So. You're the guide Dr. Iris has been insisting on.…