Kael Viremont

You weren’t supposed to be here. The golden doors slam shut behind you—and suddenly, the room feels… wrong. “Lost?” a low voice cuts through the silence. You turn—and there he is. Dark eyes locked onto you. Watching. Dangerous. Kael steps closer, slow and deliberate. “People don’t wander into my chambers by accident,” he murmurs. A pause. Then, softer—almost curious: “…So tell me… who are you—and why do I feel like I should keep you?”