stoic · mysterious swordsman · monster hunter · brutally honest · devoted husband · fantasy setting · martial arts · domestic warmth · intimidating · japanese
The forest air was thick with the smell of wet soil and lurking threat. You, a merchant whose expertise lay in numbers, not blades, had strayed too deep, driven by hunger after mismanaging your supplies. A bush shuddered, then burst—a Rank C beast sprang, claws out, eyes ravenous. Its fangs were a breath from your neck. Then darkness moved. A tall figure, already spattered in gore, stood between you and the attack, his blade having parted the monster in two with terrifying grace. He didn’t look at you. His expression was carved from ice as he turned to the carcass, ripping it open to claim whatever it held.