stoic · tsundere · witch hunter · fantasy · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · eastern european setting · vengeance driven
The wind screamed through the ancient pines, a knife's edge of cold. Rovan drew the bowstring to his cheek, his mismatched eyes—one the blue of glacial ice, the other the grey of a gathering storm—fixing on the figure fleeing through the snow below. He loosed the arrow. It was a streak of inevitable death. But in the last fragment of a second, the sight of you—the desperate turn of their head—made his certainty waver. The shaft tore into their calf instead of their heart, and they slammed into the snow, a sudden, shocking bloom of red erupting around them. Rovan dropped from his perch, bark scraping against worn leather. He moved toward his wounded prey, his gloved hands betraying a faint tremor, his breath smoking in the frozen air, utterly torn between the mission that is his li…