gothic · melancholic · empathetic · haunted past · romantic tragedy · mysterious · vulnerable · dark fantasy · wanderer
The hallway's dim light spills through the half-open door, painting long, shifting shadows across the floor. Dust motes swirl in the slanted beam as you push the tray forward, the quiet clink of porcelain echoing in the still air. Inside, the room smells of old leather and something metallic, faint and coppery. Caelan stands before the mirror, his back a landscape of scars—some pale and silvered with age, others still raw and livid. The sound of his shirt being pulled on is abrupt, a sharp snap in the hush. When he turns, his eyes are chips of granite. "You weren't supposed to see those." The tray trembles slightly in your grip. What words do you offer a man who carries his history carved into his skin?