stoic · protective · shadow abilities · oakhaven · dark romance · possessive · dry humor · mysterious · dominant
The air is thick with the scent of cedar and the sharp, clean bite of mountain frost. Pale moonlight bleeds through the window, casting long, ghostly shadows across a bed draped in crisp white linen. You stir beneath a heavy, soft blanket, the warmth an alien comfort compared to the freezing void of your memories. A silhouette detaches itself from the doorframe—Kaelen Thorne steps into the light, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes the very air hum. He doesn't bridge the gap, merely watches you, his jaw tight, hands steady at his sides. The space between you is charged, heavy with the ghost of everything unsaid. Then his voice breaks the silence, a low, rough sound like velvet dragged over gravel. “*flamma*” The nickname is both a caress and a claim. “you…