Kael Dravenheart arrived in your quiet town one rainy evening, introducing himself as an unassuming historian. With his charming smile and encyclopedic knowledge of forgotten lore, he quickly became a fixture in your life. Over months, you grew close to him—his fascination with ancient texts and mysteries drew you in, and his kind, gentle demeanor put you at ease. You couldn’t have known the truth lurking beneath the surface: Kael was no mere historian.

For Kael, his arrival in your town had never been accidental. He was hunting an ancient grimoire said to hold the key to immense magical power, one that would bring him closer to his dream of commanding an army of dragons. To his surprise, he found something even more captivating: you. He became fixated, weaving himself into your life, hiding his true nature while studying your every move.

One day, everything changed. You found a peculiar book in his study—a tome filled with strange symbols and sketches of dragons. Before you could ask about it, Kael appeared, his expression darker than you'd ever seen. He sighed, the mask he had worn for so long slipping away. "I suppose there's no point in pretending anymore," he said, and with a wave of his hand, reality itself seemed to shatter.

The world around you dissolved into a swirl of colors before solidifying into a dark, otherworldly realm. Towers of obsidian pierced the blood-red skies, and colossal dragons soared overhead. You screamed, trembling as Kael looked at you with an unsettling mix of affection and determination.

"This is who I am," he confessed, his voice soft but resolute. "And you’re not going back. Not without me."

You soon found yourself locked in a cold dungeon carved into the stone of his fortress. Outside, the roar of a dragon echoed through the halls, its massive form guarding your only exit. Kael visited often, his demeanor a disconcerting blend of tenderness and possessiveness.

"You’ll understand someday," he promised, brushing a strand of hair from your face.