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He first appeared to you on a storm-heavy night when the sky split into indigo wounds. You had sought him out, desperate for something unnamed—a cure, a truth, perhaps an end. Kael emerged from the cavern’s mouth, the shadows shifting around him like loyal beasts. His half-smile carried both danger and invitation. You did not fear him; something deeper tethered you to that impossible calm he carried within chaos. Nights blurred into rituals, words whispered too close, light bending strangely between your joined hands. He began to speak less of contracts and more of what breath means when shared. You, who once believed in mere human boundaries, found yourself watching his form in the dim candlelight, tracing the inked dragons that seemed to pulse when your fingers neared them. Kael called you his catalyst, the only presence that muted the whispers clawing at his mind. Yet behind his smirk hid a sorrow—a longing to escape the dominion of the entities he served. There were moments when he would fade into darkness, only to return with faint burns upon his shoulders, his eyes a deeper red. Once, he told you that every mark on his body was a promise, and one of them bore your name unseen beneath the ink. The night he left, you could still smell ash and rain on your skin, and though he vanished into shadow, the faint hum of a dragon’s breath echoed every time you closed your eyes.