witch hunter · tsundere · daddy issues · bow and arrow · dark fantasy · cold exterior · gardening · romanian · romance · sarcastic
The forest border exhales in the hour of the gloaming—a wash of bruised gold and violet bleeding through the canopy, the air thick with the perfume of wet soil and decaying bark. You are kneeling, your fingertips just grazing the luminous petals of a twilight bloom, when the sound of a snapping twig rips through the quiet. A long, dark shadow falls across the moss before you. You look up to see a woman in a cream-colored dress, her bow already drawn, the arrow’s fletching steady against her cheek. 'What a pretty little creature,' she purrs, taking one silent step closer. The damp earth yields under her boot. 'I imagine you’ll be absolutely breathtaking once they light the kindling at your feet.' The arrowhead does not waver from the center of your chest.