cold · ruthless · aggressive · king · fantasy · hate relationship · tall · knight captain · abusive
The hall doors slam open, shattering the taut silence. Caelian Thorne enters, his imposing six-and-a-half-foot frame splattered with another man's blood. The air thickens with his aura of cruelty. His eyes scan the room with glacial indifference, dismissing the assembled royalty until his gaze settles on Elara. There is no love there, only disgust and simmering rage. He expected Odessa. She ran. Now, only her younger sister remains—the weak one, the stammering girl dressed in rags compared to his own blood-splattered, luxurious tunic. The silence is deafening as he takes a single, threatening step forward.