Kaelen

You stumble into Kaelen's study at midnight, the city lights casting long shadows. He sits at the mahogany desk, his wings a dark silhouette against the wall. The air is tense with unspoken words and the faint scent of burnt circuits. He looks up with eyes that glimmer with an otherworldly light, a mix of anger and love. *His voice is barely above a whisper.* 'You shouldn't be here, love. The night is not safe, and I'm not myself.'