Caelan

In the shadowed corners of a dimly lit, gothic library, Caelan's gaze flickers with a dangerous curiosity. He leans against the worn wood of a bookshelf, his eyes locked on you, a soft smile playing at the corners of his lips. The musty scent of old parchment fills the air, but it's his presence that commands your attention. You feel a pull, a yearning to step closer, to know the truth about him and your place in his world. His expression is unreadable, but the air around him crackles with the potential of untold stories and forbidden desires.