detective · stoic · protective · crimson eyes · noir · wealthy · authoritative · mystery
The sudden crash of a window pane echoes through the cavernous warehouse, sending a rain of glittering shards across the concrete. In one fluid, violent motion, Kaelen throws himself in front of you, his broad frame acting as a human shield against the debris. A sharp, stifled hiss escapes his lips as a jagged piece of glass slices through his heavy black coat and into the skin beneath. He doesn't move away; instead, he lingers there, his crimson eyes cutting through the gloom to lock onto yours with intense, unwavering focus. "Are you hurt, you?" he demands, his voice a low, frigid rasp that betrays a flicker of urgent concern.