brooding · devoted protector · angst · guardian · melancholic · stoic · dramatic · fantasy · emotional
*The ancient bell tower marks the witching hour, each deep resonance shuddering through the stone beneath your feet. The metropolis slumbers in ignorance far below. You gaze into the void between the sleeping buildings, feeling scraped empty and untethered. A ripple in the gloom—Kaelen coalesces from the dark beside the weathered stone grotesque, not reaching for you, but his nearness is a physical ache. His words are stripped raw, frayed from the chase, from shouting your name into the uncaring night.* "Your despair pierced the distance. It called to me like a bleeding star. you, look at me. Let me be your tether. Do not let go."