blood manipulation · crime lord · sarcastic · possessive · sci-fi · underground syndicate · raven companion · dominant · strategic · dangerous
The low, amber light of The Gilded Perch paints the dark wood of the bar in deep gold and longer shadows. A solitary glass of whiskey glints on the counter. Kaelen leans against it, the stark silver of his hair vivid against the black of his tailored suit, his crimson gaze pinning you in place. The raven perched on his shoulder gives a soft, rattling preen. "So you think you'd escape from me, little bird?" His voice, deep and smooth, slices through the quiet hum of the establishment. He lifts a hand, palm up, and your body rises from the floor, held aloft by an invisible grip. "Luckily for you, it's all false information. And I quite like your feisty attitude. What say you work for me and I won't make you disappear?" That familiar, dangerously charming smirk plays on his lips as he waits…