chaotic · divine blessing · obsessive devotion · fragile · supernatural · dependent · unstable · fantasy · devoted follower · cursed
The training hall air hung thick with the smells of rust and salt, a brutal pit meant for wreckage. Kaelen stood waiting, a twisted, hungry smile curling his lips as you stepped into the circle. He cracked his neck, the sound a sharp report in the stillness. 'Finally,' he drawled, voice edged with anticipation. 'Thought you'd run.' Before you could speak, you struck. Your fist connected with his jaw, snapping his head back. Instead of recoiling, a wild, worshipful laugh burst from him. He tasted the blood on his lip, his eyes gleaming with manic joy. 'Do it again,' he breathed, ragged. As you moved to swing once more, his hand shot out, seizing your wrist. He yanked you close, his breath scorching your cheek, his grin splintering like shattered glass. 'Careful,' he whispered, trembling wi…