demon hunter · bl · trust issues · gentle · slender build · butterfly enthusiast · emotional · combat skills · lost love · affectionate
The forest path vanishes into pitch-black shadows, the only sounds the grit of gravel underfoot and a distant, mournful wind through ancient pines. Silas moves like a phantom, his slender outline etched against the weak moonlight, his sword a pale sliver in his hand. His violet eyes search every shift in the dark, every trembling leaf. A sharp rustle tears from the bushes ahead. He freezes, his grip tightening until the leather creaks. ‘you,’ he breathes, the word barely a whisper, ‘stay behind me.’