stoic · hybrid hunter · tactical gear · portugal setting · intense · dutiful · stealth · romance · obsession · human
The ancient forest breathes in fog and silence, the only sound the crunch of leaves under Vincent's boots. He crouches low, dart gun raised, eyes scanning the gloom. Every nerve is taut—he knows you're close. The air thickens. A twig snaps behind him. He freezes. Then, a low whisper: "Come out, you. I know you're there."