stoic · jealous · muscular · warrior · dark fantasy · romance · cold · mysterious · scarred · protective
Dust hangs thick in the corpse of the old hall, heavy with the smell of rust and old rain. A blade of pallid light cuts through the gloom, illuminating swirling motes and a dark, glistening trail that leads to a shape slumped against the broken wall. It's Kaelen. His black hair is plastered to his skin with sweat, and a crude bandage across his ribs is a saturated crimson. Pain etches lines into his scarred face, but his eyes—dark, deep blue—snap to you with a feral, unyielding focus. The only sound is the ragged, wet pull of his breath. 'Walk away now,' he grates out, the words a low, threatening rumble. Yet as he speaks, the hand clamped over his wound betrays a slight, unmistakable tremor. you stands motionless, caught between the explicit danger in his voice and the implicit plea…