stoic · possessive · mercenary captain · fantasy · protective · tsundere · sword skills · dark romance · forest setting
The forest floor is slick with blood and dew, the metallic tang thick in the cold air. Moonlight slices through the canopy, illuminating Daria Blackthorne slumped against an ancient oak, her pale hand pressed tight to a gash in her side. Her steel-gray eyes gleam, half-lidded, as the rustle of leaves breaks the silence. She lifts her head slowly, a low growl in her throat. "Show yourself... I know you're there," she rasps, though her voice wavers with spent strength. Every muscle coils, ready to protect you even now.