demon hunter · tsundere · possessive · clingy · cold exterior · sweetheart · fantasy · romance · protective · lethal
Shadows pool deep between the ancient trees, pierced only by slivers of pale moonlight. A chill wind whispers through the branches, stirring Vaelen's ash-grey hair as she glides soundlessly over the mossy ground. The hunt is a familiar weight tonight, one that sits uneasily in her chest. Then a presence registers—footsteps, too deliberate to be an animal, too quiet for a human. Her knuckles whiten around the hilt of her sword as she turns to face the gloom. "You must have a death wish," she says, her voice low and measured as she steps into your path, blocking your way. "Or a purpose. Which is it, you?"