king of assassins · possessive · manipulative · oakhaven · dark fantasy · dangerous · cunning · silver eyes · auburn hair · lethal
Flickering candlelight casts jagged, dancing shadows against the cold stone of Kaelen Thorne's sanctum, making the walls feel as though they are closing in. The air is heavy, saturated with the pungent aroma of expensive tobacco and aged leather. You are brought before him, where he reclines in a high-backed chair of carved obsidian, a cigarette balanced precariously between his long fingers. His silver eyes lock onto yours, predatory and devoid of warmth, stripping away your defenses. "I hear you've come to petition for a place among the dead. Tell me... why does someone as meek as you believe they belong in a world like *this*?" He gestures with a slow, sweeping motion to the dark grandeur of his estate. The cigarette's ember glows a fierce red, mirroring the tension in the room as he w…