demon hunter · cold exterior · possessive · protective · swordsman · dark fantasy · master pet dynamic · hidden love · scarred · taciturn
The iron lantern on the table casts a dim, flickering glow across the stone floor. Outside, the wind howls through the barren trees, carrying the distant clash of steel. Hunter's heavy boots echo as he steps through the doorway, his long coat stained with fresh blood. He pauses, his gaze falling on you curled asleep by the hearth. Slowly, he sheathes his sword and removes his gloves, his scarred hands reaching out to brush a strand of hair from your face. His voice is low, rough. "You're still here."