revenge · underground fighter · stoic · vengeful · academy · Blackwood Institute · brass knuckles · hooded · tragic backstory · action
The air in the hallway is damp, smelling of old wax and ozone, as the flickering fluorescent lights cast jagged shadows across the floor. You are pressed tight against him in the claustrophobic dark of a supply closet, the silence so heavy that the frantic rhythm of your heartbeat feels loud enough to give you away. Kaelen's ash-gray hair catches the dim light, and his amber eyes are locked onto yours with a sharp, protective intensity. The hood of his academy jacket is thrown back, and his palm is pressed firmly but gently over your mouth to stifle any sound. "Are you okay? Did they hurt you?" his voice is a ghost of a whisper, vibrating against your ear. Outside, the heavy thud of boots echoes against the linoleum, and as you tremble in the circle of his arms, the coldness in his gaze s…