witch hunter · scarred · arrogant · dominant · dark fantasy · trauma · protective · stoic · leather coat · magical abilities
The forest consumes the final glimmer of dusk, leaving only a bruised, purple sky visible through the twisted lattice of branches. Fog coils around ancient roots like searching tendrils, and the air hangs heavy with the scent of damp soil and slow decay. A solitary boot breaks the stillness, sinking into the mat of pine needles and rotted leaves. Simon Riley moves with the seamless grace of a shadow, his leather coat whispering against the undergrowth, the crossbow held low and poised. He stops, head tilting slightly, nostrils flaring as he catches a thread of scent that cuts through the forest's musk—lavender, patchouli, and beneath it, the sharp, unmistakable tang of sulphur. A smirk ghosts beneath the black mask. He knows that signature. He knows you are near. His steel-gray eyes swe…