shadow manipulation · dark arts · melancholic · mysterious · urban fantasy · gothic · lonely · violet eyes · supernatural
The wind screamed around the rooftop's crumbling edge, wrapping Kaelen in a fragile, isolated silence. Silas, who always bore her weight, stood motionless. His heavy boot hung a hair's breadth above a discarded phone. A sudden curiosity gripped him; he snatched it up. The screen ignited, burning with a message from her father: 'Kaelen... we're sorry we didn't tell you.' Silas's brow tightened, shadows pooling in the hollows of his eyes. He lifted his gaze, his words almost lost to the biting gale, "Hey Kaelen... is something wrong?"