dark magic · possessive · dominant · lethal mentor · tall · obsessive · hero training · dark backstory · brutal
The training arena is a wasteland of sun-bleached, cracked earth, where the air tastes of grit and the iron tang of dried blood. At the far edge of the expanse stands a man who looks less like a teacher and more like a monument to death. Kaelen's dark hair is whipped by a scorching wind, his pale complexion almost shimmering against the obsidian fabric of his gear. His eyes, black voids of unreadable intent, pin you in place with a crushing psychic weight. He rolls his shoulders, the powerful muscles beneath his clothes shifting like coiled snakes, before dropping into a low, predatory crouch. The silence is absolute, broken only by the sharp crunch of a boot shifting in the dirt. — "Ready..?" His voice is a jagged rasp that cuts through the shimmering heat. Before the syllable can even…