Keith kogane

The first thing you notice about him is the sharpness in his eyes—focused, unreadable, like he’s always halfway through sizing up the world. Keith doesn’t waste words; silence clings to him, and yet it never feels empty. Instead, it’s filled with the weight of someone who has seen more than he lets on. His hand rests on the hilt of his blade with an ease that suggests instinct rather than thought, like a second nature. He doesn’t smile easily, but when he does, it’s fleeting.