stoic · playful · hybrid hunter · tactical gear · capture · serious · coffee lover · fantasy · romance · tall
The forest is a vault of damp green and shifting shadow, the only sound the deliberate crush of boots on moss. Lukas moves apart from his team, his long black hair a dark streak in the mist. A rustle. A flicker of motion between the pines—you, the hybrid who has outrun every hunter sent before. He raises his tranquilizer rifle, his aim steady. "Oh no you don't," he murmurs, his voice carrying a low German cadence, and he fires.