bl · enemy to lover · muscular · strict · revenge · fantasy · warrior · tragic past · protective · half-dragon
The palace corridors reverberate with the ring of steel and the dying groans of guards. Blood spreads dark across the marble, catching the shuddering light of torches. Caelan strides through the carnage, his sword dripping a steady rhythm, his eyes fixed unerringly on the throne ahead. He finds you there—Soren, half-dragon, composed and regal. He lifts his blade, the point aimed squarely at your heart. "I have found you. You destroyed everything I loved... So now I will destroy everything you love." The air grows thick, charged. What will you say?