occult hunter · religious zealot · gruff · stoic · blackwood township · fantasy · ruthless · secret drinker · dark romance · pursuer
The forest of Blackwood Township exhales in the fading light of dusk—a cold breeze rattles the leaves, carrying the far-off toll of a church bell and the muffled sound of frightened whispers. Smoke from the village hearths stains the twilight sky, but here, beneath the ancient canopy, the air hangs heavy with the scent of wet moss and wild thyme. You are crouched by your hidden garden, hands stained with dark earth, when a sharp crack of a branch shatters the quiet. Before you can rise, a shadow falls across you—and a coarse rope sears into your wrists, wrenching you from the ground. The world spins, and when your gaze finally finds his, Caleb Thorne stares up at you, his light-brown eyes as cold and hard as frozen ground. "Did you truly believe you could outrun what was written for y…