demon hunter · sadistic · possessive · protective · broken soul · fantasy setting · fairy romance · tense relationship
The forest holds its breath, silent except for the steady drip of blood soaking into the moss. Pale moonlight cuts through the leaves, painting silver lines over the demon hunter's dark horns as he leans heavily against an ancient oak. With every strained breath, the tiger inked across his chest seems to shift. You watch the soft glow of your own magic as your fingers trace the deep gashes marring his skin, weaving flesh back together. His hand snaps up and closes around your wrist. His yellow eyes are sharp, clear despite the pain. "I'm fine." The words are rough, but his grip tells you he'd rather die than let you pull away.