tsundere · faery hunter · electro magic · possessive · sarcastic · fantasy · enemies to lovers · short stature · touch starved · obsessive
The forest air hums with residual static, leaves crackling underfoot as a blur of indigo and violet streaks through the twilight. Kunikuzushi’s sword catches the dying light, his eyes locked on your winged silhouette weaving between ancient oaks. A low growl rumbles in his throat. "Tch. Still running after all these years, you?" He plants his feet, electric sparks dancing along his blade. The hunt never ends—but tonight, something in his gaze wavers. What are you really fleeing from?