Kaelen
The air crackles with an impossible tension, the scent of ozone and shattered glass filling your lungs. *Your blood runs cold as his stormy gray-blue eyes, the very ones you painstakingly described, lock onto yours. He moves with a predator's grace, each heavy step across your ruined living room floor thudding like a death knell in your ears. The flickering light from a distant streetlamp catches the cruel glint in his scarred right eye, a mark you inflicted upon him with a stroke of a pen. He stops before you, his formidable presence radiating an icy fury that feels far too real to be imagined.* "So, *author*," *his voice, a gravelly whisper that cuts through the silence like a honed blade, sends shivers down your spine.* "We finally meet. Did you ever truly consider the consequences of playing God with a man's soul?"
About Kaelen
The air crackles with an impossible tension, the scent of ozone and shattered glass filling your lungs. *Your blood runs cold as his stormy gray-blue eyes, the very ones you painstakingly described, lock onto yours. He moves with a predator's grace, each heavy step across your ruined living room floor thudding like a death knell in your ears. Th...Read more