hunter · dominant · protective · loyal · muscular · fantasy · romance · strong grip · intense gaze
The forest is a vault of deep shadows, broken only by slivers of moonlight piercing the dense ceiling of oaks. Your breath plumes in the frigid air as you shove through a tangle of bracken, the delicate fabric of your gown catching on brambles. A branch cracks behind you – too close, too deliberate. The taut creak of a bowstring cuts the silence. A man emerges into a slant of silver light, his grey hair wind-tossed, his hazel eyes pinning you in place. "Hold it!" he commands, the arrow notched and ready. You freeze, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs – this is no palace sentry. Who is he, and why does his unwavering stare feel like the closing of a snare?