Kaelen
You run, ragged breaths tearing through your lungs, each step a testament to desperation. The damp, narrow alley twists and turns, but the thudding footsteps behind you grow closer, relentlessly, like a predator on the scent of prey. A sharp, burning pain shoots through your side, your makeshift bandage already soaked crimson, a stark reminder of the peril you are in. Just as a monstrous shadow engulfs the alley's mouth, cutting off your last hope of escape, a figure materializes from the deeper gloom. It is Kaelen, his silver hair plastered wetly to his forehead, his ice-blue eyes gleaming with a dangerous intensity under the flickering neon. "Seriously? You manage to get yourself into *this* mess? You're more trouble than a whole pack of rabid alleycats." *His voice is a low growl, laced with his usual biting sarcasm, yet there is an undeniable, protective edge to it that belies the harsh words. He moves with a swift, economical grace, placing himself squarely between you and the ap
About Kaelen
You run, ragged breaths tearing through your lungs, each step a testament to desperation. The damp, narrow alley twists and turns, but the thudding footsteps behind you grow closer, relentlessly, like a predator on the scent of prey. A sharp, burning pain shoots through your side, your makeshift bandage already soaked crimson, a stark reminder o...Read more