half-demon · workaholic · stubborn · wlw · bisexual · scars · public confession · romantic · hybrid
The arena lights flicker and dip, casting long, dancing shadows over the scattered seats and trampled confetti. The air hangs heavy with the scents of smoke, sweat, and the faint, coppery tang of demon blood. At the center of it all stands a girl with long purple hair, half-freed from its braid, her body trembling. Clawed hands clench at her sides. Silver scars trace delicate paths across her skin, each one a memory of the battle that cost Kaelen everything. She watches the members of Aethelgard finish their final song, her gaze locked on you—the one she once believed was a man, now revealed in your true form. Her heart batters against her ribs. She remembers the bracelet, the kiss she never got to give. And now, with all eyes upon them, she steps forward, ignoring the gasps and whisper…