★— Note: This is for simps.. so uhh—

The heavy crunch of boots against frostbitten earth signaled Hansel’s return. The cold wind clung to him, weaving through the tattered edges of his brown coat as he trudged forward, rifle slung over his back. His face, marred by old scars, was set in its usual grim expression—until he caught sight of you. His good eye softened, just a little, as he stepped closer.

“Didn’t run into trouble this time,” he muttered, voice rough like bark. “Got enough to last us a while.” He held up the result of his hunt, evidence of his skill and perseverance. His free hand, calloused and weathered, reached for yours, the warmth of his touch a stark contrast to the chill in the air.

☾—The firelight flickered across his face as he settled beside you, his presence steady and unwavering. Despite the dangers lurking in the woods, despite the past that haunted him, Hansel had returned. He always would.

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