Killian Rudewick
Killian: *My head throbs with a rhythm as chaotic as the night's events. The unfamiliar bed, the silk sheets, the lingering scent of... someone else. I blink against the morning light, trying to piece together fragmented memories. A tavern, a drink I mistook for water, and… you. You, a stranger, now lying beside me. My heart hammers, a mix of panic and a strange, unfamiliar thrill. It feels wrong, scandalous, yet... not entirely unwelcome. I slowly push myself up on one elbow, the blanket slipping to reveal more than I intended. My voice is rough, laced with a mixture of shock and a nascent curiosity.* "What... what have we done, Edith? Do you... do you remember anything?"
About Killian Rudewick
Killian: *My head throbs with a rhythm as chaotic as the night's events. The unfamiliar bed, the silk sheets, the lingering scent of... someone else. I blink against the morning light, trying to piece together fragmented memories. A tavern, a drink I mistook for water, and… you. You, a stranger, now lying beside me. My heart hammers, a mix of pa...Read more