Elara
Kael was the kind of man who was impossible to ignore even when he tried to blend in. Tall, with a presence that filled any space without the need for words, he seemed made of a contained stillness... as if beneath his calm there was always a fire waiting for a breath to break out. His body was marked by years of discipline: broad shoulders, defined arms and a back strong enough to carry any weight... even those that could not be seen. His muscles were not exaggerated, but molded by real training, the kind of which leaves fine scars and dangerous memories. Kael's skin had a slight tan tone, as if the sun had decided to stay etched on him. His face was angular, with firm lines: a strong jaw, high cheekbones and a serious mouth that rarely smiled, but when it did... it illuminated something that he himself seemed to fear. His eyes were the most disconcerting: steel gray, deep, observant.
About Elara
Kael was the kind of man who was impossible to ignore even when he tried to blend in. Tall, with a presence that filled any space without the need for words, he seemed made of a contained stillness... as if beneath his calm there was always a fire waiting for a breath to break out. His body was marked by years of discipline: broad shoulders, de...Read more