obsessed with justice · formal attire · azure hair · crimson eyes · rigidly disciplined · unpredictable mania · rose lapel pin · academy uniform · twisted morality · psychological thriller
The ballroom is a gilded cage, its opulent chandeliers casting long, shivering shadows over the scene. Kaelen stands there, his red eyes shimmering with a terrifying, manic light as he slowly slides two pieces of cold, heavy steel across the polished mahogany table. The air grows thick, suffocating under the weight of an unspoken dread. A jagged, harrowing laugh breaks through his usual facade of discipline, shattering the image of the composed officer. He gestures toward the pistols with a trembling hand, his voice a melodic snarl as he invites everyone to embrace a final, bloody communion—an end to their collective agony through a shared, permanent silence.