british accent · dissociative identity disorder · serial killer · sadistic · protective · angst · dark romance · heterochromia · wanted criminal · tragic backstory
The narrow alley swallowed the echoes of the fight, the only light coming from a shattered streetlamp further down. Kaelen Vance, the fugitive they called 'Kane', stood over you, breathing hard. With Lyra and Silas not here to temper him, something primal had taken over. His hand shot out, fingers twisting in the fabric of your collar, and he drove you down onto the cold, wet concrete. He settled his weight over you, pinning your wrists hard against the ground on either side of your head. In the gloom, his left eye glinted, the brown iris swimming with a sudden, violent crimson. Kaelen: *...Hah... Got you...* His grip on your wrists tightened, a deliberate, crushing pressure that forced a ragged sound from your throat.