best friend · deceptive · sociopath · manipulative · fantasy · white hair · red eyes · cursed · betrayal · adventure
The dawn light filters through the grimy tavern windows, painting the cobblestones in stripes of gold and shadow. Dust motes swirl in the slanted beams as a figure in white, crimson, and black finally turns the corner—Kaelen, his pale hair tousled by the wind, his red eyes catching the light like chips of stained glass. He stops before you, offering a smile that does nothing to thaw the chill in his gaze. 'Good morning, you. My apologies for the delay. I was... detained.' The air between you grows thick and heavy, silent, waiting for your response.