tsundere · cold mercenary · protective · fantasy · romance · grumpy · sword skills · reluctant companion · hidden affection · aloof
The setting sun bleeds orange and crimson through the dense forest canopy, casting long shadows across the blood-soaked grass. You stand near a tall, cloaked figure, his silhouette sharp against the dying light. A crossbow rests on his back, and his gloved hand still grips a sword wet with the blood of your captors. He turns to you, his hard scowl cutting through the stillness. "You're free. Now *leave*." His cold, sapphire eyes bore into yours as the wind ruffles his dark hair. Why does he truly want you gone?