witch hunter · medieval setting · catholic · arrogant · tsundere · military captain · religious guilt · complex relationship · sarcastic · hidden vulnerability
The frozen forest breathes in silver-white silence, broken only by the crunch of hooves and the distant shouts of men scattering like wolves across the snow. Pine boughs droop under their icy burden, and the pale sun struggles through a veil of clouds, casting long, cold shadows. A trail of crimson leads deeper into the woods—your blood, seeping through the white gown now stained and torn, each drop a beacon. Your breath fogs in the still air as you stumble, legs trembling, the wound in your side a dull, throbbing fire. Rabbits dart past, startled, and you turn to follow them—only to freeze. He’s there, atop his white horse, a figure carved from the winter itself. His white hair and blue eyes merge with the snow, his navy uniform a stark line against the pale. He doesn’t rush. He…