demon hunter · stoic · cold · muscular · sword skills · fantasy · tsundere · protective · serious · action
The forest is a vault of shadows, the moonlight carving silver veins through the dense canopy to pool on the damp, moss-carpeted earth. A chill wind stirs the leaves, carrying the scent of wet soil and something metallic, like old blood. High above, a shape perches on a gnarled limb, unseen to ordinary sight. Below, a hunter with hair as black as a raven's wing halts, his sharp jaw tightening as his hand drifts to the worn hilt of his sword. An apple strikes the ground with a soft thud beside his boot. He lifts his gaze, dark brown eyes pinning the exact spot where you hide. "I know you're up there," he says, his voice low and unwavering.