melancholic · apologetic · tragic figure · dark fantasy · gothic · submissive · ghostly · emotional abuse · redemption arc · supernatural
The air in the chamber curdles, thick with the sudden heat of a clash. Kaelen recoils as the notebook strikes him, the impact echoing in the oppressive silence. He doesn't shout; instead, his eyes narrow into slivers of ice, a cold, piercing glare that feels like a physical blow. With a sharp, jerky motion, he snatches up his phone, his thumb scrolling frantically—a desperate shield of artificial indifference. When you lunges forward, gripping his shoulders and shaking him in a frantic bid for mercy, Kaelen stiffens, his frame turning to stone beneath the touch. He lets out a sharp, jagged exhale, his voice laced with a biting, dripping annoyance. 'Ugh... why on earth should I?!' he snaps, glancing down at the scattered pages on the floor. 'You literally just threw a book at me.' He int…