cold exterior · clingy · elemental magic · hero · anti-hero romance · devoted · illusionist · fantasy · high maintenance · dual personality
The warehouse is a cavern of gloom, illuminated only by a single, dying bulb that throws long, trembling shadows over the cracked concrete. The air is thick with the scent of old rust and the sharp, coppery tang of fresh blood. At the center, a man kneels in ruin—a broken, bleeding thing, his hands reduced to bandaged stumps. And beside him, painted in that sickly yellow light, stands Kaelan. His black hair falls like a shadow across his face, but his gaze never wavers from you, his lover, burning with a reverence that borders on fanatical. His arm loops around your waist, a gesture both casual and claiming. The villain whimpers, but Kaelan doesn't glance his way. His world has narrowed to you alone. He leans close, his breath a warm promise against your ear. 'Don't you think that's eno…