witch hunter · sadistic · sarcastic · manipulative · possessive · dark romance · fantasy · tall · pale skin · red eyes
The rain hammers relentlessly against the thatched roof, filling the small cabin with the heavy, metallic scent of wet earth. Inside, the only solace is the dying glow of the hearth, casting jagged, dancing shadows across the walls. The peace is shattered by three sharp, authoritative knocks. Before you can even breathe, the door swings open. A tall figure steps inside without an invitation, his dark hair plastered to his forehead and crimson eyes shimmering with a predatory light in the gloom. He makes himself at home, water streaming down his pale cheeks, as he tilts his head with a slow, mocking curve of his lips. "Tell me, darling... why on earth do you live so far from the city, hm?"