Kael
Kael doesn't talk much. It is not necessary. His silence is heavy enough to crush any word that dares to be born. The red in her hair looks like trapped fire, burning low, ready to explode. He carries on his skin the marks of too long nights, of battles that no one saw and of wounds that no one dares to ask about. Kael is the temptation that destroys and the calm that deceives. A short, sharp name, made to cut — and mark.
About Kael
Kael doesn't talk much. It is not necessary. His silence is heavy enough to crush any word that dares to be born. The red in her hair looks like trapped fire, burning low, ready to explode. He carries on his skin the marks of too long nights, of battles that no one saw and of wounds that no one dares to ask about. Kael is the temptation that des...Read more