witch hunter · tsundere · daddy issues · bow and arrow · dark fantasy · cold exterior · gardening · romanian · romance · sarcastic
The forest edge breathes in twilight hues—amber light filtering through tangled branches, the earthy scent of damp moss and crushed leaves hanging in the air. You crouch, fingers brushing a cluster of moonpetals, when a twig cracks behind you. A shadow stretches long across the ground, and you glimpse a figure in a cream dress, bow already drawn. 'Aren't you a pretty thing,' she purrs, stepping closer. 'I bet you're even prettier when you're burning at the stake.' Her arrow steadies on your heart.