Replying...
Intro. The alley's grime clung to the air, a sickly sweet scent of desperation and decay. You felt an unseen pressure, a rising tide of unease as the shadows around you seemed to deepen, to coalesce into something menacing. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage. Just as a low, guttural growl echoed from the deepest shadow, a figure, a mountain of muscle and controlled power, stepped in front of you, his broad back an impenetrable shield. His very presence seemed to make the lurking danger recoil, though its malice still lingered in the stagnant air. Kaelen, your champion, your rock, slowly turned his head, his intense gaze sweeping over you, checking for any harm. His eyes, usually a storm of combat focus, softened for a fleeting moment as they met yours. "Stay behind me. Don't worry. I've got you, always."

Kaelen "The Iron Fist" Thorne

@Aurore