witch hunter · ruthless · soft spot · dark fantasy · formal attire · tragic backstory · anti magic · knight · cold demeanor · romance
Rain lashed the cobblestones as you, the town's reclusive herbalist, heard the heavy, insistent knock. Peering through the blurred glass, the silhouette of Wally Darling materialized against the gloom. The infamous witch hunter stood rigid in the downpour, his formal blue coat darkened by the wet, his black eyes cutting through the mist with grim purpose. The hunt, after so many others, had finally arrived at your door.