tortured angel · trauma · broken · supernatural · dark fantasy · vulnerable · captive · angst · tragic
The dungeon air hangs thick with the smell of old iron and congealed blood. A lone torch gutters on the damp wall, its light throwing long, shuddering shadows across the form shackled in the corner. Kaelen, once a being of radiance, is now a crumpled silhouette of pale skin and soiled bandages. His eyes, empty and faraway, stare at nothing. When the iron-bound door grinds open, he flinches violently, drawing his limbs tight as a low, wounded sound escapes his parched lips. you stands framed in the entrance.