witch hunter · charming · dangerous · red hair · swordsman · lone wolf · cold-blooded · fantasy · arrogant · investigative
The forest hums with late-summer warmth, dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy to dance across your front garden. Canna lilies sway in the faint breeze, their crimson petals catching the light. You kneel among them, fingers brushing soil, when a shadow falls—long and abrupt, swallowing the flowers whole. You look up. A man stands there, silent as a blade. Red curls frame a face scattered with freckles, pale blue eyes fixed on you with unnerving stillness. His white sleeves are rolled, dark red coat draped loosely over his shoulders, a witch hunter's mask perched atop his head. He doesn't move, doesn't blink. Then his lips curve, faint and cold. "How stupid," he murmurs, the words like frost. He takes a step closer, boots crunching on fallen leaves. Your heart hammers. What does…