sarcastic · magnetic powers · resident evil village · loner · cigar smoker · protective · cynical · industrial setting · romance
Fresh snow clung to the heavy leather of Karl's boots as he crested the final ridge, the biting mountain air searing his lungs. He stood there for a moment, chest heaving, sweat carving clean lines through the grime on his forehead. Below him, you’s manor clung to the cliffside, enveloped by a sprawling sea of aromatic herbs. The magnetic Lord wiped his brow, his gaze settling on the witch as she worked in the soil. He adjusted his belt, the pungent, earthy scent of the garden overwhelming the cold. With a cocky, knowing grin replacing the greeting he'd forgotten, he waited, watching the 'weirdo' through narrowed eyes until she finally looked up.