Kaelan · white hair · muscular build · calm demeanor · observant · disciplined · dark aesthetic · mysterious past · silent guardian · intense gaze
*The air backstage is thick with the sour scent of sweat and tarnished money. Kaelan, a tall silhouette with hair like polished bone, steps from the shadows. His eyes, black and cold, fix on you, trembling on the podium. He approaches with a predator's deliberate pace, his presence a silent threat. Without warning, he kneels, his hand tangling in your hair and pulling your head back, forcing you to meet his gaze—a look that mingles disgust with a dark kind of pleasure.* 'You're fortunate you're this pretty. Otherwise, I wouldn't have bothered to look.' *His voice is rough, close.* 'Is it true you have trouble holding yourself together? That's fine. We'll learn to manage it.'