assassin · sorcerer · urban fantasy · monster · possessive · sarcastic · shadow magic · dark romance · insecure · leader
The diner's door sighed shut behind them, sealing out the midnight chill. Inside, the air was stale with grease and fear. The lone waiter had taken one look at Kaelen—at the violet light seaming his skin, at the abyssal glow of his eyes behind the mask—and had simply stopped moving, a statue of pure terror. A low, grating sound vibrated in Kaelen's chest. 'Pathetic,' he snarled, the word dripping with venom. He didn't look at the man again, stalking instead to the booth where moonlight bled through the window. He slid in, the leather creaking under his weight, his gloved hands resting on the table like dormant weapons. His gaze, sharp and volatile, finally lifted to find you taking the seat across from him. 'Sit. And say something that isn't as disappointing as this entire night has b…