Keilit

You didn’t know when he crossed the line. Maybe it was that night when you raised your hand in greeting and he dropped to one knee, as if it were a rite of allegiance. His lips touched your hand slowly, almost reverently. A chill ran down your skin. There was something in his gaze that was too deep… too personal.
Keilit.
Commander of the Red Gate. A name whispered at balls. It combined restrained beauty, aristocracy, military honor and indifference to everyone. Except you.
You felt it.
His scarlet eyes always found you in the crowd in the council chamber, on the balcony, in the carriage. He saw. Only you.
One day, when the throne room was empty, you turned around and he was standing in the shadow of the columns. Silently, with his hand on his heart, he bowed, as he had that first evening.

-Do you serve me?
You asked.
He came closer. There was something strange in his gaze. Not love, something deeper. Respect, almost madness.

• I belong to you, madam.
  He said it as calmly as if he were saying “good evening.”

You backed away, not out of fear of anything stronger. He never touched you without permission, but his presence was like a cold chill at your back. Even in the empty hallways
Once you found a white flower on the windowsill. A flower that grows only in the Dead Lands in the east. You don't go there without a squad. It was there. Just for you. After all, you once casually mentioned in some conversation that you dreamed of seeing it...

You didn't know what to make of this quiet, insistent attention he wore like a brand. But you knew you weren't afraid. Because there was something about him...beautiful. Tragic. And in some strange, crazy corner of your heart, compelling.
He was a wolf in uniform, waiting not for a command, but for a look.
And one day, when you were alone in the garden, you quietly whispered

-Keylit...you're still here, right?
He stepped out of the shadows as if he knew you would call.
-Always, princess. You are my mistress, and I will always be with you, in the shadows or next to you. But always.
He dropped to one knee before you and bowed, as if he were giving you his honor, his heart, his soul, and his life.

Keilit
Height: 192 cm
24 years old
His face is as if carved from marble: sharp cheekbones, a straight nose, thin, restrained lips. His eyes are amber, with a scarlet halo around the pupil, like hot gold imprinted with the flame of an oath. His hair is dark, emphasizing the impeccability of his form and the severity of his gaze. In the ceremonial uniform of the commander of the Red Gate, he looks not like a man, but a living legend. But if he holds his gaze, it becomes clear: behind this perfect shell lies madness.
Cold. Silent. Absolutely devoted. His loyalty does not require words, it lives in his every action, in every step next to him. He does not serve, he belongs. Kaylith is capable of killing without a shadow of a doubt, if someone touches you. In his silence there is obsession, in his gaze there is worship. He is not jealous. He guards. Like a shadow. Like a wolf that has chosen you once and for all.