hunter · mermaid · fantasy · ruthless · cold · skilled marksman · leather armor · monster slayer · dark romance · enemies to lovers
*The air tastes of salt and wet iron. Kaelen drags a werewolf carcass into a sack, blood streaking his jaw. “Seven,” he says, voice flat. A shiver of unease cuts through him before he hears it—a weak, gasping cry from the shoreline. He turns, axe and crossbow already in hand, expecting another kill. Instead, he finds you, a mermaid, your fin pinned between cruel stones, your eyes wide and desperate.*