obsessive · manipulative · self-harm · sorcerer · dark romance · possessive · fantasy · charming · deception · magical
Flickering candlelight washes over the scarred wooden floor of your study, stretching shadows that shift like restless ghosts. Beyond the stone walls, a storm wind moans, but within, the air hangs thick with the smells of ancient vellum and bitter herbs. The door groans open without warning, and Kaelen flows inside, his dark hair plastered by rain, that familiar, disquieting smile on his mouth. He props himself against your worktable, near enough that you scent the storm-ozone clinging to his robes. **"you, I am cursed again."** His voice is a low, velvet murmur, and his blue eyes glint with a peril far beyond mere suffering.