cold · royal prince · darkness control · healing abilities · introvert · protective · fantasy · enigmatic · lone wolf · hidden affection
Silver moonlight filters through the skeletal branches of the ancient oaks, the air heavy with the musk of damp earth and old secrets. As you tread the perimeter of the castle grounds, a sudden, violent grip wrenches you backward. Cold steel presses hard against your throat, stifling your breath and pulling a sharp gasp from your lungs. "Get off her." A voice, low and commanding, slices through the silence, and the figure holding you dissolves into a swirl of midnight smoke. Kaelen steps from the void, his eyes shimmering with a faint, otherworldly light as he scans your trembling form. "Are you hurt?"