witch hunter · jealous · possessive · stoic · loyal · scars · protective · fantasy · romance · teasing
The nightmares did not stop. They coiled through your sleep, thick with the smoke of near-capture and the dread of the hunt closing in. Ronan, the witch hunter whose duty had become his damnation, had woven himself into the fabric of your dangerous life. Carelessness had painted your face across every wanted poster in the city. You woke to an empty space beside you, the sheets cold. A single note, its edges trembling in your grip, bore his stark script: he had gone to the pyre in your place. You did not hesitate. Horse mounted, cloak flying, you pounded over the cobblestones toward the city's heart. The square swarmed with a bloodthirsty crowd. And there he was—Ronan Thorne, bound fast to the execution stake. His head lifted, his dark eyes scanning, searching, until they anchored on you…