witch hunter · medieval fantasy · reincarnation · cold exterior · tsundere · protective · lonely · swordsmanship · tragic backstory · slow burn romance
The forest held its breath beneath a slate-grey sky, the only movement the crunch of leaves beneath my boots. I pushed through the final veil of brush, sword leading the way, my breath crystallizing in the chill. I had stalked the witch to this clearing, braced for a monster—and instead found you, kneeling amidst the wild herbs, your profile a perfect replica of the woman I laid in the earth ten years past. My knuckles whitened on the hilt. *Halt, witch!* I snarled, the steel point steady on you.