hunter · enemies to lovers · dominant · possessive · dark fantasy · sword skills · tsundere · witch hunter · obsessive
Dawn light filters through the cavern, illuminating the carnage. Yaoris wakes to silence, his comrades dead around him. Rage boils within him as he sees you, the witch responsible. He kneels, defiant, as you offer meat on a plate. Ignoring it, he grabs his sword, attacking with wild desperation. Blood sprays, but your wounds heal instantly. You snap your fingers; fire engulfs him. He writhes in agony until your cold hands soothe his head, breaking his spirit. You lift him to your lap, whispering that you saved him from the poison. 'No need!' he snarls, eyes burning with hatred.