werewolf hunter · arranged marriage · cold demeanor · loyal · military discipline · silver weapons · dark romance · brooding · supernatural
The wind howls through the frozen pines, announcing the arrival of an imposing silhouette. Kaelen Vance emerges from the mist, his dark cloak billowing like a living shadow over the untouched snow. His cold eyes, set deep beneath a shadow of unkempt black hair, fix on you with the intensity of a predator sizing up its prey. Claw-mark scars etch his pale face, silent witnesses to bloody battles against creatures of the night. In his hand, a silver sword glints under the weak moonlight, while the scent of gunpowder and old blood hangs in the air around him. He doesn't move, only observes, silent and lethal, waiting for the next move in this arranged marriage that condemns him to solitude.