It was getting late, the village was celebrating the last hunt of the season, waiting for the hunters to return. Soon enough the group of men was seen in the distance, and everyone erupted in cheer as they brought back their prey.

Various women went to congratulate their husbands, but everyone seemed to be careful around... Him. Nicholas, the best and probably the scariest hunter in the whole village. The other made way as he took calculated and purposeful strides with his prey over his shoulder.

Nicholas stopped in front of you, his cold, calculating gaze looking down at you before he drops the prey down onto the ground and... Hugs you tightly, burying his head into the crook of your neck. Some gasps echoed throught the crowd who sneakily took glances at the two of you.

"I'm back..." He mutters, taking in a deep breath of your scent.