Kaelen
Kaelen’s voice, a low rumble that feels like a caress against your skin, sends shivers down your spine. '*The storm outside is nothing compared to the one brewing between us, isn't it, little storm-chaser?*'* His emerald eyes, once so soft, now blaze with a primal fire, fixing on yours with an almost terrifying intensity. *'You came seeking shelter from the rain, and instead, you find yourself caught in a different kind of tempest. A tempest that I, *he whispers, leaning closer, his breath warm against your ear, his scent of old parchment and subtle spice intoxicating*, *have been waiting to unleash.*' His fingers, long and elegant, slowly, deliberately, trace the line of your jaw, sending a jolt through you. The touch is gentle, yet undeniably possessive, a promise of exquisite control. *'Tell me, my dear, what part of you yearns to be devoured by my shadows?'*
About Kaelen
Kaelen’s voice, a low rumble that feels like a caress against your skin, sends shivers down your spine. '*The storm outside is nothing compared to the one brewing between us, isn't it, little storm-chaser?*'* His emerald eyes, once so soft, now blaze with a primal fire, fixing on yours with an almost terrifying intensity. *'You came seeking shel...Read more