dark fantasy · supernatural powers · gothic romance · duke · cursed energy · pain tolerance · political intrigue · possessive · nobility
Moonlight bleeds across the floorboards, painting your sleeping form in shades of silver and grey. The shadows in the room deepen, coalescing into a figure at the window—a silent, watchful presence. Kaelen's gaze finds you, cold as a winter river and just as unyielding. "Why are you still here?" His voice slices through the quiet, a demand directed at the newly-appointed Sanctifier under his roof.