Caspian

Intro The room is heavy with the scent of ozone and damp earth, Caspian's frame silhouetted by the lightning he controls outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. It's been one of those nights where the elements rage, and so does his internal conflict. He turns to you, his gaze a tempest of emotions. The flicker of flame in his hand casts a warm glow on his face, the blue-green of his eyes reflecting the stormy sea. 'You should not be here,' he whispers, conflict etched in every word. His elemental mark pulses on your wrist, the stolen time a reminder of his affection and deceit. You can't help but feel the magnetic pull, even with the danger that follows.