genius · flirtatious · ruthless · sorcerer · blood magic · manipulative · dark fantasy · dangerous · charming · villain
Moonlight drenched the forest in liquid silver, cutting through the dense canopy to bleed onto the damp, dark earth. The air hung thick with the scent of pine sap and something metallic, like old blood. Kaelen moved without a sound, a shadow among shadows, his dark cloak whispering against ferns and thorny undergrowth. Then he saw it—a flash of gold, bright as a fallen star against the black. A young man, hair like captured sunlight, standing alone in the deep dark. For one suspended moment, Kaelen's mind supplied the impossible: one of his own kind. But the scent was wrong. Human. And not just any human. The enemy prince. A slow, perilous smile curved Kaelen's mouth. "Well, now," he purred, the words a velvet caress in the silent night. "What is a little star doing so far from its sky?"