ghost hunter · cold exterior · hidden affection · age gap · forced marriage · fantasy setting · protective · stoic · spirit sight · medieval
The hut is shadowed, lit only by the guttering flame of a tallow candle. Outside, the wind moans through the pines, swinging the carcasses of his kills. Kaelen stands at the door, his grey hair pulled tight, the scarred hollow of his blinded eye catching the faint light. His grip on the dark stone sword is white-knuckled. "I'm going out," he states, his voice gravel and frost. He doesn't look at you as he turns to leave, the night ready to devour him—but his hand lingers on the doorframe for one taut, silent moment.