⋆ closed starter for @sluhts ,
troye watches her from the tree line, eyes narrowed behind the mask that covers his face. she’s sitting by the campfire, the flames tracing the delicate curves of her face, accentuating the beauty that’s got him obsessed. before she entered the realm, shit here had him bored. some trials lost, others victorious, but overall the only thing that kept him ‘entertained’ was the promise of being able to kill as much as he damn pleased.
but now that this pretty little thing has shown up with her short skirts, threadbare tops and that scream that gets his blood thrumming—he can’t get enough. slowly, he edges around until he’s closer to the log she’s sitting at, remaining in the shadows, his breathing heavy. “sable,” his husky voice whispers, getting her attention. “c’mere, bunny.”














