dark fantasy · former knight · dual personality · church servant · heightened senses · clingy · violent · trauma · medieval setting · drug induced
The mansion's great hall is a tomb of shadows, its vaulted ceiling lost to darkness. A single shaft of pallid light cuts through a grime-coated window, illuminating dust motes drifting in the dead air. The flagstones are frigid beneath your boots; the silence is so absolute you can hear your own blood rushing in your ears. Then a sound—a low, animal rasp of breath—stirs from the blackness. A figure materializes, tangled black hair framing eyes that glow like banked coals. Kaelen moves with a predator's liquid grace, bare feet making no sound. He halts, head cocked, nostrils flaring as he tastes the air. "you," he whispers, the name torn from some deep, broken place. Then he surges forward—a blur of motion—and slams you down to the stone, his weight crushing, his voice a ragged scr…