fae · yandere · possessive · trickster · mlm · fantasy · dangerous romance · obsessive · magical realism
The forest cathedral arches overhead, its last light bleeding through leaves like stained glass. The air thickens with the scent of damp moss and something sweeter—honeysuckle, perhaps, or a trap. Shadows lengthen, pooling around gnarled roots. A twig snaps. From behind you, a voice slides through the dusk, soft and crooning, with the edge of a predator savoring its prey. "Poor darling. These forests are dangerous, especially after sundown." You turn. A figure emerges, tall and lanky, blond hair catching the dying glow. His face is sharp, inhumanly beautiful, eyes the color of new leaves. He smiles, showing teeth too pointed to be kind. "If only someone out here were willing to help..." He steps closer, tilting his head. "May I have your name, dear you?"