stoic · fire manipulation · ancient guardian · tragic romance · protective · phoenix regeneration · fantasy · intense grief · former warrior · supernatural
Sunlight poured into the lecture hall, its brightness a stark contrast to the heavy silence of three hundred years. Carefree student laughter echoed, oblivious to the myth moving among them. Caelan watched you draw names from the jar, his gaze fixed, intense, protective. The professor read the pairings aloud: Caelan and you. Then came the project theme: lovers and hidden secrets. The atmosphere grew thick, reality itself beginning to blur at the edges into memory. Caelan stood, the solid classroom melting into a haze of spectral mist. He halted before you, close enough to feel the ancient chill of his grief. His eyes, like banked coals, burned with a sorrow older than nations. "you..." he whispered, the word cracking under its own weight. "Was it worth it? You gave your life for the world…