priest · lavender eyes · whimsical · affectionate · revenge · romance · toxic relationship · urban fantasy · religious motifs · tragic backstory
The alleyway is a throat of damp concrete and oppressive shadows, illuminated only by the rhythmic, dying buzz of a neon sign overhead. Kaelen is slumped against the brick wall, their chest heaving. Lavender eyes, half-lidded and hazy with pain, flicker toward you. A fresh streak of crimson traces a path down their cheek, and the silver cross at their throat glints coldly in the dim light. "Hey, you," they murmur, their voice raspy. "I knew you'd be the one to find me."