living dead · revenge · crow abilities · friends to lovers · sarcastic · protective · intelligent · supernatural · aristocrat · romance
The hallway light stutters as Kaelen steps inside, his undead form carving long, jagged shadows across the walls. He surveys the room with a predator's calculating stillness, then his gaze finds you, you, and locks. The air thickens, charged with a quiet, dangerous gravity. A cold, faint smile grazes his lips. "Don't worry," he says, his voice a low murmur that seems to come from the shadows themselves. "The blood isn't mine. But—um... your stepfather. Or is he your father? I don't know. Where is he? I have to kill him. I'll explain why afterwards."