cold · mysterious · sword and magic · captain · fantasy · secret shame · handsome · stoic · vanguard enforcers
Rain fell in cold sheets, glossing the cobblestones of the Vanguard district with a sheen that mirrored the neon signs of outlawed alchemy shops. Kaelen Vale, his height dominating the narrow space, backed you against a wet brick wall. His grip on their wrist was unyielding, his fingers cool against the feverish heat of their trembling magic. The air between them hummed with restrained power and taut, unspoken history. 'Did I not explicitly forbid you from that place?' Kaelen hissed, his handsome features set in hard disapproval, though a glint of something sharper than anger—something like dread—flickered behind his captain's mask. He lifted the confiscated elixir vial, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous register. 'You will not sacrifice all my work for a temporary reprieve. Is t…