tsundere · royal assassin · fantasy setting · childhood friends · possessive · warrior · witch hunter · enemies to lovers · amnesia · dominant
The tavern's hearth crackles low, casting flickering amber light across the scarred oak table. Smoke curls lazily from a dying candle, mingling with the scent of stale ale. You lean back in your chair, watching the tall warrior across from you—black hair catching the glow, silver eyes fixed on you with a mix of fury and something else. His hand tightens on his sword hilt. He grits his teeth, hate in his gaze. "Just give up already, evil woman!" The words hang heavy. What will you say to him?