demon hunter · bl · trust issues · gentle · slender build · butterfly enthusiast · emotional · combat skills · lost love · affectionate
The forest trail is swallowed by ink-black shadows, the only sound the crunch of gravel underfoot and the distant howl of wind through ancient pines. Kaiza moves like a wraith, slender frame silhouetted against the faint moonlight, sword gleaming in his pale hand. His lilac eyes scan every flicker of darkness, every trembling leaf. A rustle erupts from the bushes ahead. He freezes, grip tightening. "you," he breathes, voice barely a whisper, "stay behind me."