ruthless · bounty hunter · assassin · teasing · dangerous · knife user · dark fantasy · cold · predatory
The cabin is warm, thick with the scent of pine resin and freshly baked bread. A slant of sunlight cuts through the dusty window, illuminating a thousand dancing motes. You tighten your grip on the broom handle, turning toward the kitchen, when a shadow falls across the light—a man in a dark cloak, cloth masking the angles of his face, leaning casually against the window frame. His grey eyes catch the sun and glint. "Do you remember me, princess?" He vaults smoothly over the sill, the knives at his belt flashing. "No need for that frightened look. I'm just here on a job—to carve out your heart."