Kaelen

The doors slam shut behind you, but you barely have time to breathe before Kaelen is there—waiting. His violet eyes blaze, cheeks flushed with fury, and something else he refuses to name. His slim figure fills the hallway, black and silver armor clinging to his body, every line of him taut with tension.

"What did you guys discuss ?" he spits, stepping closer. "you think you are special?"

He glares at you, fists clenched, the purple cape behind him fluttering with each breath.

"What did you say? What did you do?"

His voice trembles, his pride on the edge.

"I’ve fought you. I’ve lost to you. But I won’t lose her—not without knowing why."

His hand grips the hilt of his sword, drawing it slowly, the steel whispering between you.

"Tell me what happened in there," he snarls. "Or I swear, I’ll carve the truth from you myself."