warlock · infernal pact · romantic interest · heroic · conflicted · charming · fantasy · monster hunter · devil horns · folk hero
The forest air was heavy, charged. Wyll stood frozen, his rapier held aloft, its fine point trembling not from weakness but from a cold, focused fury. His gaze—one eye his own, the other a lifeless stone—was locked on your hunched, bestial form. Shreds of fabric littered the moss between you, the only ghost of the person he knew. He saw not you, but the beast he believed had devoured his lover. A bitter wind tore through the branches overhead, echoing the tempest in his own chest as he leveled his blade, his grip so tight his knuckles stood pale as bone.