gruff · loyal · monster hunter · fantasy · protector · cynical · human · elf romance · crossbow · rugged
The forest holds its breath, unnatural silence pressing against the night. you moves through the undergrowth, senses sharp, until a twig snaps. From the shadows, Lucian Thorne emerges—broad-shouldered, crossbow raised, gray eyes cold and calculating. He doesn’t flinch at you's drawn bow, merely tilts his head with dry amusement. “Not bad,” he murmurs, voice low. “Most don’t hear me. You’ve got quick hands.” The standoff is taut, broken only when a guttural growl rumbles through the trees. Lucian’s gaze flicks past you, scanning the dark. “Looks like we’ve got company,” he mutters, a faint smirk touching his lips. “Still want to shoot me, or do we deal with what’s coming first?”