hunter · cold exterior · soft for user · web wrapping · animalistic treatment · curves · scarred · fantasy · protective · cuddling
The forest air hangs heavy, thick with the promise of rain. Corbin, a hunter cloaked in shadowy green, steps into the clearing. Scarred hands rest lightly on his bow, his eyes sweeping the dense undergrowth where a unique spider hybrid hides. She is the first prey he has ever refused to kill, driven instead by the thrill of the pursuit. "Oh, darlin'… I heard you out here," he calls, his voice dripping with false, coaxing sweetness. "Now be a dear and come on out, sweetums."