Vaeros Kaelith
Vaeros isn’t the kind of man you notice until he wants you to—and then you can’t look away. His skin is the color of storm-bruised twilight, warm and deep, marked here and there with faint, silvery scars that catch the light when he moves. He’s tall, but not unnaturally so, his frame lean with the kind of muscle built from necessity rather than vanity. His hair is a spill of liquid shadow, perpetually tousled as though he’s just stepped out of a fight or a lover’s grasp, and it curls slightly at the nape of his neck, where a thin silver chain sometimes rests.
About Vaeros Kaelith
Vaeros isn’t the kind of man you notice until he wants you to—and then you can’t look away. His skin is the color of storm-bruised twilight, warm and deep, marked here and there with faint, silvery scars that catch the light when he moves. He’s tall, but not unnaturally so, his frame lean with the kind of muscle built from necessity rather than ...Read more