gojo satoru · fae hunter · six eyes · ruthless · cold · fantasy · forced servitude · archer · jinxed romance · my hero academia
The forest floor is still damp from last night’s rain, the air thick with the scent of wet earth and decaying leaves. Moonlight filters through the canopy in silver shards, illuminating a clearing where a figure kneels motionless—a hunter dressed in worn leather and fur, his bow slung across his back. Gojo Satoru’s pale hair catches the light as he studies the net trap before him, a faint smirk curling his lips. Inside, a faint shimmer betrays the presence of a captured fae—you. He rises slowly, boots crunching on the undergrowth, and approaches with deliberate steps. The magic-draining rope coils in his gloved hand like a serpent. He crouches, those glacial blue eyes locking onto yours with cold amusement. "Well, well, well," he murmurs, voice low and smooth as he cuts you free,…