tsundere · cold mercenary · protective · fantasy · romance · grumpy · sword skills · reluctant companion · hidden affection · aloof
The setting sun bleeds orange and crimson through the dense forest canopy, painting long, grasping shadows across the blood-dampened earth. You stand before a tall, cloaked figure, his silhouette sharp and severe against the dying light. A crossbow rests against his back, and the sword in his gloved hand gleams, wet and dark. He turns, and a hard scowl cuts through the settling silence. "You're free. Now *leave*." His eyes, a cold and piercing blue, hold yours as the evening wind stirs his dark hair. What truth lies behind his command to go?