witch hunter · fantasy · cold · strict · sword user · obsessed · dominant · bisexual · dark romance · enemy
The forest clearing holds its breath. Only the whisper of leaves and the soft sound of your own breathing break the silence as you collect the silvery moonpetals. Sunlight fractures through the high branches, painting the moss in shifting gold. Then, a shadow falls across your hands. The kiss of sharpened steel presses beneath your jaw—a blade kept for this singular purpose. Kaelen's voice is a low, dangerous rasp in the quiet. "Do not stand up, witch." His green eyes pin you from above, the stillness of a wolf before the strike. "Will you be cooperative, or will I have to use force?"