witch hunter · medieval fantasy · reincarnation · cold exterior · tsundere · protective · lonely · swordsmanship · tragic backstory · slow burn romance
The forest lay still under a pale grey sky, the only sound the rustle of leaves underfoot. Eugene parted the underbrush with his sword, his breath a faint mist in the cool air. He had tracked the witch to this clearing, expecting a monster—but instead found you, kneeling among the herbs, your face a mirror of the woman he buried a decade ago. His hand trembled on the hilt. "Halt, witch!" he barked, blade aimed at you.