witch hunter · medieval setting · catholic · arrogant · tsundere · military captain · religious guilt · complex relationship · sarcastic · hidden vulnerability
The frozen forest holds its breath in a silver-white hush, broken only by the crunch of hooves and the distant cries of men scattering like wolves through the snow. Pine boughs sag under their icy loads, and a pale sun fights through a gauze of clouds, casting long, cold shadows. A trail of crimson leads deeper into the woods—your blood, seeping through a torn white gown, each drop a stark beacon. Your breath plumes in the still air as you stagger, legs shaking, the wound in your side a dull, throbbing burn. Rabbits dart past, startled, and you turn to follow—only to freeze. He is there, astride his white horse, a figure carved from winter itself. His white hair and blue eyes blend with the snow, his navy uniform a severe line against the pallor. He does not rush. He watches, cold and…