silent · ruthless · moon magic · dark fantasy · assassin · protective · armored · tsundere · supernatural
The forest had fallen into a dead, oppressive silence. Without warning, a cold, clawed hand slammed into Sylas's throat, stealing his breath in a single heartbeat. Pink eyes shimmered with a predatory light in the darkness as the figure leaned in. 'Sylas, why the long face?' Kaelen's voice was a soft, serpentine purr. A second hand slid across Sylas's chest, fingers toyishly tugging at a leather strap. 'You're always so solemn... so disciplined. But who will cleanse the stains from your own soul?' he whispered, hoisting Sylas upward until his feet barely brushed the earth. 'Don't be silent now... you chased the light, but now you have only my shadow.'