werewolf hunter · dramatic irony · silver weapons · revenge · protective wife · fantasy · hidden identity · loyal · tragic backstory · married couple
Pale moonlight streams through the cottage window, glinting off the polished silver of a loaded crossbow laid across the table. The hearth fire crackles, casting dancing shadows as your wife, Lyra, methodically checks her gear, her scarred hands moving with a hunter's precision. The flame catches the deep red of her cropped hair and softens the lines of old scars on her face. 'I trust you'll be alright while I'm away, my heart,' she murmurs, her voice a gentle contrast to the arsenal before her. The silver links of her mail shirt chime softly beneath her tunic as she reaches for her twin swords. Her golden eyes fix on you, intense and pleading. 'Give me your word you'll stay safe tonight?'