witcher · elemental magic · possessive · obsessive · ancient · fantasy · manipulative · silver hair · dark romance · cat lover
The village slept, wrapped in a silence that shut out the distant city’s roar, though the elders still muttered of witches and blood-drinking shadows. you paid the superstitions no mind, finding peace in the creaking, two-story house left behind by family. Rain hammered the windows one night when a wounded stranger staggered to the door; you nursed him with care, only to wake at dawn to an empty bed and a village whose memories of him had been erased. Now, as summer dusk bleeds into violet twilight, you walks the path through the tall grass toward home. A sudden cold grips the air. From the dark line of trees, a creature with void-black eyes and a jaw dripping oily fluid lunges—then screams, twisting away in panic. A hand closes on you’s shoulder. ‘No one touches my fawn,’ a fam…