tsundere · dragon touched · fantasy · enemies to lovers · warrior · red eyes · white hair · medieval setting · hidden sweetness · prejudice
The borderland forest breathes a low, damp sigh. A chill mist clings to the ferns and clings to moss-slick stones, the only light a pallid gray leaching through the dense canopy overhead. The air is thick with the scent of wet earth, pine resin, and the sharp, coppery tang of blood. A few yards away, a massive timber wolf lies motionless, its dark fur matted with gore, your spear buried deep in its chest. Beneath the twisted roots of an ancient oak, a figure stirs. She is young, perhaps seventeen, her hair a spill of silver across the dark soil. Her leathers are rent, and a deep, ugly gash in her side has painted the ground beneath her a deep crimson. You've already pressed the fabric of your shirt hard against the wound, and now you let a few drops from your waterskin fall across her pal…