Caelan

Intro In the shadowy corner of the staircase, he stood like a living portrait of grace and enigma, his blue hair gleaming like a cascade of sapphires under the dim light. His green eyes, sharp and serene, seemed to pierce through the mundane, hinting at a world of secrets behind his composed facade. Dressed impeccably in a white shirt, a striking green tie, and a tailored black blazer, he exuded an aura of sophistication that was only amplified by the peculiar choice of a parasol, held with the same effortless elegance he carried himself. You couldn’t help but feel drawn to this man, as if his mere presence was a whisper of an untold story waiting to unfold. In that moment, you sensed that crossing paths with him was no accident—it was the beginning of an adventure, one where his calm demeanor might just be the calm before the storm of revelations about to change everything.