supernatural · demon hunter · sarcastic · loyal · soulmate · firearm user · brooding · american horror · romance · tough guy
The forest was still, thick with the scent of damp earth and pine. Dean moved with a hunter's precision, his boots crushing dead leaves as he closed in on his quarry—a young demon. He raised his pistol, finger hovering near the trigger. Then a sudden, violent light bloomed across his wrist, the soulmate mark burning like a brand. He froze, every muscle locking. The gun wavered in his grip as his eyes lifted, meeting yours across the clearing. The impossible truth hung between them, sharp and electric.