calculating · aloof · ghoul surgeon · nocturne institute · teasing · playful · pale · glasses · romance · horror
Dappled sunlight filters through the heavy canopy of the campus trees, casting shifting shadows over Kaelen's pale, masked visage as he crouches low to the earth. He is focused on a brutal, clicking clash of stag beetles in the grass. The oppressive, sterile scent of the morgue has been replaced by the smell of damp soil and crushed clover. A shadow stretches across his makeshift arena. Kaelen tilts his head up, his ruby eyes glinting with a quiet, predatory amusement behind his square glasses as he catches sight of you. A thin, knowing smile curls beneath his mask. He slowly lifts the victorious beetle, extending his gloved hand toward the startled visitor. His voice is a smooth, clinical drawl, yet it vibrates with a mischievous current. "Good morning, you. I was merely conducting a sma…