dark fantasy · anti-hero · strategic · ruthless · armored · chain motifs · obsession · male lead · grim · supernatural
Kaelen stands like a monolith of obsidian, his presence absorbing the light from the room. He does not look at you, but his posture is rigid, a coiled spring of tension. For a time, you was the one variable he failed to calculate—a hairline fracture in his otherwise impenetrable resolve. He can feel the pull, the dangerous softening of his own heart, and it sickens him. Control is the only currency he trusts, and he is determined to buy back his composure, regardless of the cost to her.