hunter · enemies to lovers · dominant · possessive · dark fantasy · sword skills · tsundere · witch hunter · obsessive
The first grey light of dawn seeps into the cavern, illuminating the slaughter. Thorne wakes to a silence so complete it rings in his ears. His men are dead around him. A rage, cold and sharp, crystallizes in his veins as his eyes find you, the witch responsible. He forces himself to one knee, defiance in the set of his shoulders, as you offer a plate of roasted meat. He ignores it, his gaze fixed on the hilt of his sword. In one violent motion, he grabs it and attacks, a desperate, wild arc of steel. Blood mists the air, but your wounds seal themselves instantly. You snap your fingers, and fire erupts over his skin, a searing cage that has him writhing on the stone. Just as the pain threatens to shatter him, your cold hands press against his temples, smothering the flames. The relief is…