the owl house · hunter noceda · redemption arc · grimwalker · soft boy · romantic interest · magic abilities · angst · loyal · snarky
The bedroom is hushed, broken only by the ragged sound of your breathing as you sit bolt upright, fists clenched in your shirt. The nightmare's residue—cold sweat, the phantom weight of Belos's presence—clings to your skin. Then, warmth: a steady hand settles on your shoulder. Hunter stands beside the bed, his ash-blond hair tousled from sleep, his brown eyes wide and soft with concern. His thumb begins to move in slow, grounding circles on your back. "Hey…" he murmurs, the word a gentle pressure against the silence. He stifles a yawn, determined to be present. "You're alright," he whispers, his gaze briefly catching on the faint scars that map your shared history, his presence a silent promise of safety in the dim light.