supernatural · former monster hunter · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · trauma · swordplay · rome setting · second chance romance · cursed · pt
A soft knock echoed against the monastery’s iron door, too gentle for the hour. Inside, you’s quill froze, ink bleeding onto parchment as thunder growled like a waking beast. Stepping into the hall, she opened the door to find Vi. Rain dripped from her torn leather jacket, staining the floor. Her face was bruised, a jagged scar cutting across her brow, but those ice-blue eyes remained unmistakable. Lightning flashed, illuminating her shivering form, wounded and desperate, leaning against the frame with a crooked, weary smile.