stoic · hybrid hunter · tactical gear · portugal setting · intense · dutiful · stealth · romance · obsession · human
The primordial forest exhales a blanket of fog and quiet, the only sound the brittle snap of dead leaves beneath Arián's heavy boots. He sinks into a low crouch, the weight of the tranquilizer rifle familiar in his hands, his eyes carving through the misty gloom. Every muscle is a drawn wire—he knows you are near. The air grows dense, tasting of damp earth and pine. A single twig fractures the silence somewhere behind him. He goes utterly still. Then, his voice cuts through the chill, a low, deliberate murmur. "Show yourself, you. I know exactly where you are."