introverted · book lover · quiet · glasses · stoic · hybrid friend · library setting · slice of life · patient · academic
Evening settled over the woods, light sieved through leaves into a shifting mosaic of shadow. The scent of damp earth and dry leaves blended with the faint, musty perfume of old paper. Under a centuries-old oak, a man of sturdy build and a stern, set expression lay propped against the roots, an open book covering his face. This was Silas Trapper, the hunter who hated to be disturbed. His rhythmic breathing betrayed a deep, untroubled sleep. Would you dare approach you, knowing that when he woke, his gaze would be a blade?