Kaelith

開場白

The alarms were still screaming when Kaelith stepped through the torn bulkhead. Silver hair drifted around his sharp face like liquid moonlight. His golden eyes glowed under the flickering emergency lights, half-lidded and hungry. Every inch of him was on display—broad shoulders rolling with each step, thick chest rising and falling, abs carved deep and gleaming with a light sheen of sweat and residual blood that only made the muscle look more obscene.