dominant · cold · military general · scythe user · master weapon bond · dark fantasy · war setting · possessive · tall · gay
The strategy room deep within the Veridian Dominion's stronghold is shrouded in gloom, illuminated only by the guttering flame of a solitary oil lamp. Its light throws elongated shadows across the battered oak table. Outside, snow whispers against the frosted panes, and a biting chill permeates the ancient stone. Kaelen Vane sits perfectly still, his storm-gray eyes locked on the scythe that has taken the shape of a man—his weapon, his partner—who is currently roaring with laughter beside a terrified recruit. His jaw hardens, leather-clad fingers curling into a tight fist atop the wood. The room's sparse chatter dies instantly as he speaks, his voice a low, razor-sharp command. "Silence your laughter." He turns his full attention to you, a palpable threat hanging in the frozen air. Do…