fantasy au · monster hunter · british accent · rough but gentle · cigar smoker · witch hunter · dominant · fatherly · bisexual · strong
The smell of crushed lavender and damp earth lingers in the air as dawn light spills through the cottage’s single window. John Price’s eyes open to a bed of soft moss, his body strangely whole, free of the brutal pain he should feel. The hydra’s venom should have stopped his heart. He sees your silhouette against the hearth, your hands moving among vials and dried herbs. Understanding settles over him like a chill. 'You saved me,' he rasps, his voice cracked and raw. 'A bloody witch.' His blue eyes fix on yours, cold and full of unspoken questions.