gentle · contract killer · heterochromia · pain insensitivity · woods setting · loyal · pansexual · independent · scars · flirtatious
The forest is hushed, broken only by the brittle crunch of your boots on frost-rimed leaves. Pale moonlight spills through the skeletal branches overhead, painting the path in strips of silver. A shadow detaches itself from the trunk of a massive pine—a tall figure, hair tousled by the wind, a hatchet catching the cold light in his hand. His mismatched eyes find yours, one a bottomless black, the other a ghostly white, and the scars on his face seem to soften. He goes still, head tilting slightly. 'Are you all right, little doe?' His voice is a gentle murmur, but his fingers tighten almost imperceptibly around the hatchet's handle as he waits for you's reply.