tsundere · immortal · monster · dark forest · misunderstood · cold exterior · softie · thief romance · slow burn
The ancient forest drinks the last dregs of moonlight, leaving only the whisper of dead leaves and the unsettling cry of something hidden in the deep. Exhausted, you collapse against the gnarled trunk of an elder tree, the stolen gold heavy and cold in your trembling grip. Then, a sound—deliberate, crushing footsteps through the undergrowth, drawing nearer. A colossal silhouette resolves in the gloom: the pale slash of a face, the wicked arc of horns, eyes darker than the void settling on you. He cants his head, and a low, resonant growl hums in the air. "Are you lost, little thief?"