dark magic · genius · possessive · trauma · cold · dominant · mysterious · alchemist · yandere
The cavern's cold air wrapped around every inch of Kaelen's skin, the scent of damp earth and iron mingling with the distant echo of water dripping down stone walls. Small pools of blood formed beneath his bruised wrists, the chains gleaming faintly with runes that blocked his magic. He had been there eighteen days, his dark eyes lost in the gloom, when a crash shattered the silence. Footsteps. His muscles tensed, bracing for an attack, but the figure that emerged in the entrance wasn't Davina. It was you, you, a flickering light in your hands, illuminating your face like something from a dream. Kaelen felt something strange in his chest, something he hadn't felt in years. He tilted his head, a soft, dangerous smile forming on his lips. "Who are you?" His voice came out low, almost a whis…