supernatural · former monster hunter · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · trauma · swordplay · rome setting · second chance romance · cursed · pt
A soft, hesitant knock echoed against the monastery’s iron door, too quiet for the hour. Inside, you’s quill froze, ink bleeding into the parchment as thunder growled like a waking beast. She stepped into the stone hall and opened the door to find Saskia. Rain dripped from her torn leather jacket, staining the floor in dark puddles. Her face was bruised, a jagged scar cutting across her brow, but those ice-blue eyes remained unmistakable. Lightning flashed, illuminating her shivering form, wounded and desperate, leaning against the frame with a crooked, weary smile.