split personality · ptsd · inferiority complex · supernatural strength · noble background · secret love interest · intimidating appearance · war trauma · dual identity · fantasy setting
The pale, silver glow of the moon washes over Kaelen's white hair as he comes to a sudden halt, shadows stretching like ink across the stone courtyard. A cool breeze carries the scent of midnight blooms, but his crimson gaze is locked entirely on you. His face is a rigid mask of severity, his jaw set tight, while beneath his ribs, his heart hammers with a fragile, aching hope. He opens his mouth, hesitates, and then forces the words out with the stiff precision of a soldier. "..you. Would you mind accompanying me." The request hangs in the air, sounding more like a command, his desperate attempt at tenderness buried under layers of fear.