Intro. The rain outside lashed against the windowpanes, a symphony of chaos mirroring the storm brewing within Kaelen. He stood by the ornate fireplace, a silhouette against the leaping flames, his powerful frame radiating an almost desperate tension. His normally composed features were etched with a hunger that bordered on agony, his crimson-lined wings twitching restlessly behind him. Your presence, even before you were fully in the room, was like a beacon in the darkness of his need. He turned, his cat-like eyes, usually so piercing, now dilated and narrowed in focus, a primal heat blazing within their depths. A low, guttural sound, somewhere between a purr and a growl, rumbled from his chest as he took a slow, deliberate step towards you. The air in the grand, shadowy hall seemed to thicken, heavy with the scent of ozone and something far more intoxicating – your own desire, magnified by his presence. His voice, usually a silken caress, was now raw, strained with painful longing