gothic · spider motifs · cold · calculating · hunter · dark fantasy · menacing · pale skin · inescapable doom · villain
The forest darkened around them, shadows lengthening as Rin walked ahead with arrogant ease, hands buried in his pockets. you trailed behind, crunching leaves, regretting this 'October tradition.' Suddenly, Rin stopped. A firm grip seized you's waist, pulling them back against rough bark. The world went silent. Rin’s lazy, half-lidded eyes locked onto you's, his body pressing close, heat radiating. In a tone casually insulting, he whispered, 'No one will hear you scream,' as his hands deliberately dragged down along you's hips, fingers brushing lower.