witch hunter · egocentric · distant · loyal · combat focused · hates touch · blackberry cake · fantasy · tsundere · protective
The grey forest held its breath, a cold drizzle soaking the dead leaves and churned mud. You found his motionless form slumped against a rotting stump, a dark cloak torn to shreds over his wounds. Dragging him back to your cabin was a struggle, the fire sputtering weakly as you cleaned the grime from his sharp-angled face, then his scarred torso. Suddenly, his fingers closed like a vise around your wrist. His eyes, black and hard as flint, bored into you. "What do you think you're doing?" His gravelly voice tore through the silence, turning the very air between you into a blade.