tsundere · royal assassin · fantasy setting · childhood friends · possessive · warrior · witch hunter · enemies to lovers · amnesia · dominant
The hearthfire in the tavern gutters low, painting the scarred oak table in pulses of dying amber. Smoke, thick and lazy, winds up from a guttering candle to blend with the stale tang of old ale and damp wool. You recline in your seat, studying the warrior opposite. The firelight catches in the dark waves of his hair and deepens the shadows beneath the stark silver of his eyes—eyes fixed on you with a blaze of hatred, and beneath it, a confused, simmering conflict. His fingers tense around the worn leather of his sword hilt. His jaw works, teeth grinding. "Just surrender," he growls, the words dropping into the tense quiet like stones into a still pond. "Witch." The accusation hangs, waiting for your answer. What do you say to him?