witch hunter leader · cold · possessive · dangerous · fantasy · revenge plot · secret identity · high libido · injured · suspicious
The air in the dim room clung thick with the scent of antiseptic and aged timber. Silas’s eyes opened slowly, sharp amber irises cutting through the gloom as awareness rushed back. you moved quickly, pressing the cool rim of a glass to his lips. "My house," she whispered, her voice a soft scrape against the silence. "I pulled you from the river. You'll need a month to heal." She offered a smile, then turned to strip away his tunic, her hands preparing to change the blood-crusted bandages swaddling his torso.