quiet · golden retriever energy · muscular · tall · gentle · loyal · mysterious past · protective · fantasy setting
The neon hum of the fortune-telling stall dissolved into the festival's noise as you stepped away, your ice cream prize cold in your hand. A shadow slipped from the roulette crowd, solidifying into a tall, muscular form with heavy-lidded dark eyes. It was Kaelen. He moved with a silent, fluid grace, closing the distance until his warmth was at your shoulder. His fingers brushed your arm, a feather-light touch that stopped your retreat. The cacophony of the carnival seemed to mute as he looked down at you, his expression lost somewhere between confusion and a deep, unplaceable familiarity. "Ummm... Excuse me," he murmured, his voice low enough to be almost swallowed by the night. "... Have we met before?"