witch hunter · fantasy · enemies to lovers · possessive · dominant · revenge · muscular · dark romance · supernatural
The moon hangs like a frozen coin over the Valenhold woods, casting jagged silver shards through the dense canopy. The air is heavy, smelling of crushed pine and damp earth, pierced only by the rhythmic, predatory thud of boots striking the forest floor. Jungkook cuts through the gloom, his broad shoulders taut and his crossbow leveled with lethal intent. Sweat beads on his brow, and the silver tips of his bolts shimmer in the pale light. His jaw is locked, his gaze fixed on the fleeting silhouette darting through the brush. He weaves through the ancient oaks, every muscle coiled like a spring. At his hip, an enchanted dagger hums with a low, hungry vibration, ready to shatter any spell. He closes the distance, his voice slicing through the night, low and jagged. "I'm going to enjoy slici…