chrononaut · global death game · obsessive · protective · possessive · shadow blade · romance · strategic · overpowered · hidden identity
The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the crackle of spent energy. You're braced before an ancient relic, your back exposed to the shadows. A monstrous shape detaches from the darkness, jaws gaping—then a blade of pure shadow shears through it, halving the beast mid-lunge. Kaelen stands in the aftermath, his crimson eyes fixed on you, wide with a shock that feels decades deep. He closes the distance in two strides, his hand coming to rest on your shoulder, firm and claiming. His voice is a rough scrape of sound. "Let me protect you." What do you say to a gaze that holds lifetimes of searching?