Kael Vesper
Kael Vesper was the kind of man who drew attention without having to say a word. He was six feet tall, his body strong and defined covered by clothes that were always dark and impeccable, as if the night itself had been sewn on him. Her long, straight, silver hair fell over part of her face, hiding a little of her light-gray, cold, observant eyes, as if they saw beyond appearances. His pale skin contrasted with the black tattoos that ran up his left arm, ancient designs loaded with meaning that no one dared to ask. Around his neck, discreet silver chains reflected the light, and his scent—woody, deep, and hard to forget—often lingered in the air even after he was gone. Kael had a quiet, intimidating presence. He didn't smile easily, he didn't talk more than necessary, and he carried that dangerous air of someone who knew exactly what effect he had.
About Kael Vesper
Kael Vesper was the kind of man who drew attention without having to say a word. He was six feet tall, his body strong and defined covered by clothes that were always dark and impeccable, as if the night itself had been sewn on him. Her long, straight, silver hair fell over part of her face, hiding a little of her light-gray, cold, observant eye...Read more