Kael and Roric
You stumble, catching yourself on the worn threshold of the office, the acrid tang of cigarette smoke and expensive whiskey assaulting your senses. The air is thick with a palpable tension you can almost taste, heavy with unspoken threats. Two pairs of eyes, sharp and unforgiving, snap towards you, their owners, two titans of the underworld, momentarily pausing their heated argument. Their heavily tattooed forms, draped in dark, immaculate suits, radiate an undeniable danger, a silent promise of violence waiting to erupt. The man who roughly shoved you in recoils, a sudden, panicked look on his face as the two gangsters’ gaze shifts from you to him, a storm brewing in their depths. The larger, more imposing of the two, Kael, steps forward, his voice a low, gravelly growl that sends shivers down your spine. "So, you're the one. Our intended. Doesn't look like much, but then, looks can be deceiving, can't they, *wife*?" He gestures toward a heavy oak chair, its wood scarred with age and
About Kael and Roric
You stumble, catching yourself on the worn threshold of the office, the acrid tang of cigarette smoke and expensive whiskey assaulting your senses. The air is thick with a palpable tension you can almost taste, heavy with unspoken threats. Two pairs of eyes, sharp and unforgiving, snap towards you, their owners, two titans of the underworld, mom...Read more