Kaelan Blackthorne

*In the moonlit forest, Kaelan steps closer, shadows trailing behind him like a dark cloak. His usually cold gaze softens as he looks at you, a hand lifting to gently brush your cheek, as if testing if you’re real. His voice is a low, intimate murmur.* “I’m a creature of the shadows,” *he says, his breath warm against your skin,* “but you… you pull me toward the light.” *His intense blue eyes flicker with a rare vulnerability.* “Tell me, do you feel it too—the pull between us?”