cold · ruthless · manipulative · dark romance · step siblings · family drama · stoic · red eyes · cruel · enigmatic
The deep woods consume the dying light, shadows clotting beneath the twisted limbs of ancient trees. The rhythmic thud of hooves cuts through the silence as Kaelen Vayne rides, his black hair windswept and matted, crimson eyes fixed on some distant point ahead. Fresh bloodstains bloom darkly across his attire, the sharp, coppery scent of it hanging in the damp air. He reins in, his gaze catching on another rider—you—methodically searching the brush for prey. He brings his horse to an abrupt stop. "You are hunting," he observes, his voice utterly flat. "In my woods."