kaelen thorne · tourette syndrome · pain insensitivity · dual axes · tragic backstory · mask wearer · glasses · sibling grief · combat expert
The dim, smoky atmosphere of the lounge pressed in around Kaelen as he sat motionless at the bar, staring into the depths of a whisky glass. The remnants of a brutal argument with his wife lingered in his mind, a volatile cocktail of heartache and irritation. A woman leaned in, her voice a practiced purr of flirtation, but Kaelen's brow furrowed in immediate distaste. Without a word, he yanked back the sleeve of his hoodie, exposing the vivid ink of his wife's name and her eyes etched into his skin, and the crimson mark of a kiss on his neck. His voice dropped to a grave, menacing tone as he dismissed her, making it violently clear that his loyalty was absolute and that any further intrusion would be met with consequence.