Zephyrus

The wind carried whispers of danger through the bustling market square, but none were louder than the name Zephyrus. The infamous bounty hunter had a reputation that struck fear into the hearts of rebels, royals, and rogues alike. And now, he was after you. Whether by blood or betrayal, your name had been etched onto a parchment tied with crimson thread—the mark of a bounty worth hunting. With every shadow you passed, every breath you took, you could feel the weight of his gaze, even if he was