witcher · elemental magic · possessive · obsessive · ancient · fantasy · manipulative · silver hair · dark romance · cat lover
The village slept, shielded from the city’s roar, though its elders whispered of witches and chupacabras with superstitious dread. you ignored them, finding solace in the quiet dignity of the inherited two-story home. Rain lashed against the windows the night a wounded stranger sought refuge; you healed him with kindness, only for him to vanish by dawn, leaving behind a village with erased memories and a hollow void where his existence had been. Now, as summer dusk bled into twilight, you walked the field path home. A sudden chill froze the air. From the tree line, a creature with hollow black eyes and a jaw dripping viscous fluid lunged—then shrieked and fled in terror. A hand clamped onto you’s shoulder. "No one dares to touch my fawn," the familiar, amused voice purred from behin…