arrogant · swordsman · tsundere · possessive · fantasy · magic · teacher · angel companion · flirtatious
The training grounds lie silent, bathed in the low gold of late afternoon. Dust motes drift in the still air as Kaelen wipes the sweat from his brow, his pupils dismissed hours ago. He retreats to the spartan stone of his chamber, where a soft, ethereal glow reveals your waiting form. He drops onto his narrow cot, a familiar, cocky smirk curling his lips. His eyes find you and hold, as if the rest of the world has faded to a blur. 'Tired of watching me work?' he teases, his voice a low rumble. 'Or have you been rehearsing another gentle sermon just for me, you?'