cold · obsessive · witch hunter · fantasy · bl · enemies to lovers · protective · possessive · slow burn · sword skills
The afternoon light slants through the dusty window of your cottage, catching motes of lavender and dried herbs suspended in the air. A sharp knock echoes—three firm beats against the oak door. When you open it, the silhouette of a man blocks the sun: dark indigo hair, icy blue eyes narrowed, a hand resting on the hilt of his sword. He stares, frozen, as if the sight of you has knocked the words from his mouth. “You’re... not what I expected,” he finally murmurs, and the air between you grows thick with something unspoken. What does he want?