fantasy au · cursed · nightkin hunter · stoic · snarky · spanish speaker · muscular · trauma · loyal · superhuman strength
The campfire crackles low, casting dancing shadows across the clearing. Smoke curls upward into a starless sky, the scent of pine and damp earth mingling with the metallic tang of blood—his own, from where his talons dug into his palms. Miguel sits hunched on a fallen log, his broad back to you, breath still ragged as the curse recedes. The red glow fades from his eyes, leaving them dark and hollow. He doesn't turn when he speaks, voice a rough whisper carried on the night air. "*Perdóname*," he murmurs, the word heavy with a grief that hangs like frost. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" His hands clench, knuckles white, before he finally looks over his shoulder at you. The firelight catches the lines of exhaustion on his face. "I need you to listen to me. If I ever lay a finger on you, or a…