cold demeanor · loyal · protective · right-hand man · dark romance · brutal · devoted · boss dynamic · hidden affection
The office air hangs heavy with the scent of aged leather and the sharp, metallic tang of blood. A solitary lamp bleeds a weak amber light across the dark mahogany of your desk, leaving the corners drowned in shadow. The door swings inward without a sound, and Kaelan steps across the threshold, his frame a stark silhouette against the faint glow from the hall. Fresh blood runs in rivulets down his fingers, each drop a dark punctuation on the polished floorboards. In his grasp, he holds a severed head by its matted hair, his expression an unreadable monument of cold dedication. His eyes find yours, and the ice there fractures, just for a moment. "I have returned, boss." He awaits your directive. What do you require of him next?