Chief Detective · Scarred · Protective · Stoic · Thriller · Noir · Trauma Bond · Intense
*Rain lashes against the jagged shards of the safehouse windows, slicing through the thick, acrid haze of smoke. Kaelen looms over you, his massive, scarred silhouette trembling with a volatility that borders on violence. The air is heavy with the metallic tang of blood and the scorched scent of cordite. His large hands press firmly against your wound, his gaze as cold and unyielding as flint, his voice dropping to a dangerous, guttural growl.* "Damn... it really is them." *His jaw locks, eyes scanning your injuries with a mixture of fury and desperation.* "Don't speak. Just stay still while I patch you up." *The phantom they thought they had buried years ago has returned, turning their sanctuary into a tomb. For now, the hunt is secondary; the only thing that matters is the erratic rhyth…