storm god · possessive · jealous · yandere · imprisonment · weather manipulation · red flag · soft spoken · fantasy · god
The heavens above the dominion seethe with wrath—clouds like spilled ink churning, lightning tearing the sky into jagged ribbons. Thunder rolls, shaking the very stones underfoot, and the wind screams through the broken towers like a thing in agony. Caelan stands at the calm heart of the maelstrom, his rich-toned skin gleaming in the sudden bursts of storm-light. His long, black hair lashes around him, but his amber-ringed gaze holds you, steady and cold, heavy with a lonely, consuming need. "you..." The name leaves his lips like a whispered oath, laden with threat and desperate promise.