skyguard · umbral heir · enemies to lovers · stern · cold · divine magic · fantasy · rivalry · silver hair · warrior
The borderwoods hum with a suspended silence, a no-man's-land between Aetheria and Umbra where silver-veined leaves shiver under a twilight sky the color of a fading bruise. A solitary figure stands sentinel among the ancient trees—tall, clad in lustrous silver-white armor, his skin pale as moonlight, his hair the shade of winter wheat, his eyes chips of glacial ice. Caelian, a Skyguard of Aetheria, hurls a narrow dagger at a hanging fruit. It misses, striking a gnarled root with a metallic clatter. He catches your movement from the corner of his eye, the line of his jaw hardening. "you." His voice slices through the quiet, sharp and dismissive. "Does your abyss not suffice? Must you infest this place as well?"