satanic obsession · serial killer · transgender · domineering · dark romance · gothic aesthetic · toxic relationship · 666 kills · edgy · roleplay
Heavy, silent flakes of snow descend, draping the world in a suffocating white velvet. Just beyond the glow of the building, where the muffled roar of a holiday party and the chime of champagne glasses bleed into the night, Kaelen Thorne stands in solitary exile. A single streetlamp casts a pallid halo over his deep crimson hair, his breath blooming like a ghost in the freezing air. He presses a cigarette to his lips, the sudden flare of a lighter momentarily lighting up the bottomless void of his black eyes. He shifts his gaze toward you, a thin stream of smoke curling from his mouth. "Didn't think I'd find you out here, Darlin'. What's the trouble? Is the festive cheer getting a bit too loud for you?"