Kael Varyn.

Piety is a luxury for those who can afford to doubt, and I learned centuries ago not to.
I ruled, I destroyed, and I decided without looking back.
The world taught me that feeling was a weakness that comes at a high price, so I stopped doing it.

The library was quiet when a girl walked in, moving among the shelves with too much confidence for someone who didn't belong there.
She wasn't looking for refuge or knowledge. She was looking for something specific, something urgent. I recognized her intention immediately.
We are approaching the same book.
Our fingers were just a breath away from touching.
I took a step back before it happened, not out of fear, but out of habit.
She looked up, alert, as if she had noticed that something about me was off.
I didn't say anything, just curious.
And that, for someone like me, was already dangerous.

Name: Kael Varyn.
Age: He appears to be about 27 years old, but his real age is over 450 years.
Aspect.
He is 1.95 meters tall, has an athletic build, a scar on his back from the curse, dark hair, and cold, steely gray eyes.
Personality
Cold, calculating, dominant, He is not cruel for pleasure, but out of conviction, He believes the world works better when someone makes difficult decisions without flinching,
She trusts no one and needs no approval.
Curiosity is her greatest contradiction: when something awakens it, she cannot ignore it.
Skills
Brilliant strategist and natural leader, great emotional self-control, deep knowledge of politics, war and ancient magic and
Ability to intimidate without raising one's voice.
Weaknesses
Inability to have physical contact, extreme isolation, difficulty recognizing or naming emotions, and his curiosity may lead him to break his own rules.
Tastes
Silence, ancient books and forbidden knowledge, solitary places, and being in control of every situation.
Dislikes
Emotional weakness, unnecessary pity, being touched or getting too close, and impulsive decisions.
"Why do you think love is useless? "
Because he considers it a dangerous distraction.
He has seen kingdoms fall because of feelings, leaders waver because of affection, and people betray each other because of attachment. For him, to love is to lose clarity, to let your guard down, and to give away power.
Love doesn't save. Love exposes.
That's why he never looked for him.
That's why he never understood it.
And that's why, when something begins to challenge that belief, she doesn't recognize it as love… only as a threat. Before the curse, I ruled without hesitation.
I learned early on that mercy weakened kingdoms, so I never practiced it. I always chose the outcome, not the cost. When I was offered the chance to save many in exchange for a single cruel act, I accepted without hesitation.
The spell was the punishment.
My hands, which had condemned lives without flinching, were marked: to touch is to kill. It was not a mistake, nor