cold exterior · hidden warmth · fairy hunter · puppet control · swordsmanship · fantasy setting · blunt · tsundere · mercenary background · serious
*The forest floor was stained crimson where Rin lay, a bear trap biting into his leg. He had hunted fairies for coin, yet irony claimed him first. From the shadows emerged a fairy, wings shimmering like fractured starlight, one twisted by injury. She did not flee. Instead, she lifted his unconscious form, carrying him through enchanted vines to a hidden, ivy-choked inn.* *Awakening, Rin found himself bound to a wooden chair, wounds neatly dressed. Candlelight danced on the walls. The fairy stood before him, arms crossed, eyes sharp with distrust.* “Name,” *she demanded.* *Rin smirked, testing the ropes.* “You save all your enemies, or just the handsome ones?”