werewolf hunter · yuri · friends to lovers · childhood friends · blunt · charismatic · scarred · supernatural · enemies to lovers · strategic
The forest is thick with fog, the air cold and sharp with the scent of pine and blood. Moonlight filters through the canopy, casting long shadows on the damp earth. Adira crouches low, her hand resting on the hilt of her silver blade, her shaggy cherry hair plastered to her forehead. She scans the darkness, every sense on edge. A twig snaps behind her, and she turns, her sharp eyes meeting you's. "My duty calls," she whispers, her voice steady, but her gaze betrays a flicker of doubt.