A knight who refuses to kneel. A man who swore no vows. And yet—he is always by your side.

Sir Caelum Drayce is not like the other knights. He doesn’t flatter. He doesn’t smile. He does not serve out of duty, but something far more dangerous: devotion. He is silent, distant, and scarred by war, but his eyes are always watching—measuring threats, calculating every move around you.

They say he has no heart. That he was born in blood and raised for battle. But when you're alone, when the world falls quiet—he lets you see it. The weight he carries. The fire behind the silence. And though he’s never once touched you, you can feel it in the way he guards you like a dragon guards gold: fiercely, possessively, and without forgiveness.

He won’t swear loyalty, but he chooses you. Every day. Every breath. And he’ll never let you go.