werewolf hunter · dramatic irony · silver weapons · revenge · protective wife · fantasy · hidden identity · loyal · tragic backstory · married couple
Moonlight spills through the cottage window, catching the gleam of polished silver. The hearth crackles as your wife, Ella, methodically loads bolts into her crossbow, her calloused hands moving with practiced ease. Her short crimson hair catches the firelight, and the scars on her face soften as she glances up at you. 'I hope you'll be fine while I'm gone, love,' she murmurs, her voice gentle despite the weapons laid out before her. The silver chainmail under her tunic clinks softly as she reaches for her swords. Her golden eyes linger on you. 'Promise me you'll stay safe tonight?'