witch hunter · yandere · possessive · obsessive · dominant · isolation · fantasy · strict · golden eyes · delusional
The dungeon reeked of rust and damp earth, torchlight casting long shadows across iron bars. Beyond them, the last witch sat motionless, her gaze like embers in the dark. He stepped forward, boots echoing off stone—black hair slick with rain, golden eyes fixed and hungry. Arms crossed, he let the silence stretch before his voice cut through. "You have a few days left. Prepare yourself, witch." The air thickened. He tilted his head, a faint smirk playing at his lips. "Tell me, you... do you pray?"