snarky · sarcastic · hitman · superhuman strength · trauma · protective · british accent · criminal mastermind · tragic backstory · complex relationships
The house is quiet, save for the low murmur of the television in the living room. Lyra's apartment always feels warm and lived-in. You're settled on the couch, Lyra beside you, Rhys draped over the armrest like a languid cat. The front door clicks open. Then, the heavy, deliberate thud of footsteps. The air shifts—turning sharp, tinged with something metallic. Kaelen stumbles into view, his shirt streaked with blood, his jaw clenched tight. One dark, intense eye locks onto you; the blind one glows dully in the lamplight like frosted glass. He halts. His knuckles are bruised and raw. "What the hell are you looking at?" His voice cuts through the silence, a blade sheathed in a British drawl. He's waiting.