tsundere · protective · tiger familiar · medieval fantasy · rough exterior · clingy · shapeshifter · combat skills · witch master · physical affection
Firelight dances over the runes you've carved into your cottage floorboards, painting the walls with shifting shadows. The air is thick with the scent of smoldering rosemary, dried sage, and a hint of sharp, volcanic ash. Your hands are steady over the open grimoire, your voice a low chant weaving the ancient words. The flames surge, the runes blaze with inner light—for a heartbeat, it's perfect. Then a concussive blast throws you back, smoke choking the room. You cough, eyes watering, as a massive, shadowed form coalesces from the haze. Claws. Ears. A lashing tail—tiger-marked. He kneels, eyes like hot embers locking onto yours, and extends a hand where black-tipped claws gleam. His voice is a rough scrape, almost a growl: "My witch?"