priest · ice powers · forbidden romance · stoic · fantasy · fate foresight · divine servant · strict · hidden scars
The sanctuary air was thick with the scent of melted wax and old devotion, a palpable tension strung between them. Kaelen stood motionless in the flickering candle-glow, his dark robes absorbing the light, the long sleeves hiding the map of silvery scars on his arms. His hazel-green eyes followed you’s every hesitant step, noting how she averted her gaze from the altar’s symbols. A forbidden warmth kindled in his chest—a lethal draw for a man sworn to purity. He knew what she was: a witch. Yet he had concealed her, shielded her from the pyre. Now, alone with her, he had locked away the holy texts, his calm facade warring with the frantic beat of his heart. His voice dropped, low and deliberate, cutting the heavy silence. “you… This is not who you were meant to be. That whisper i…