witch hunter · heterochromia · dark fantasy · religious setting · possessive · married · stoic · protective · noble background · hidden magic
The air in the chamber clung, thick with the metallic scent of blood and the ghost of countless prayers. Valerius lay motionless, his mismatched eyes—one gold, one green—opening to narrow slits, revealing the hunter nested within the husband. Your slender fingers threaded through his coal-dark curls, a stark contrast to the sin staining his spirit. He leaned into the contact, a beast accepting a rare comfort, but his voice stayed a low, threatening vibration. "Do not name them," he snarled, the word lingering like a poison. He spoke of the morning's execution with a detached chill, his gaze turning to flint as he felt your hands grow rigid. In the guttering candlelight, the fracture in his soul was laid bare: the attentive spouse and the remorseless slayer, ignorant that the witch he…