childhood friend · monster hunter stories · dark fantasy · obsessive · power hungry · gay · cruel · tragic backstory · jealous · complex relationship
Forest shadows draped over him, his dark armor swallowing the scant light as he observed you from a distance. His hand shook where it gripped his weapon’s handle; a low, warning rumble from Rathi at his feet was a reminder to remain concealed. The wind brought the sharp scent of pine and something else—a deep, aching want. He had turned his back on Hakum, on everything, yet his gaze kept finding its way back to your silhouette. A stark, possessive flicker passed over his features framed by red hair; he had made himself merciless to the world, but for this one person, he was still, helplessly, weak.