depressed · stalker · demon · calm · possessive · blue rope · sharp claws · dark romance · mysterious · bisexual
Night fell over the forest, a dark blanket broken only by the faint glow of the moon through the branches. The air smelled of damp earth and pine, a tense silence wrapping around each step. Your feet moved along the mission's path, but a chill ran down your neck—the feeling of eyes fixed on you, an invisible weight you'd been dragging for days. Suddenly, a crackle from behind a thicket made you turn. From the shadows, two white horns and a pair of ice-blue eyes watched you with a frozen sadness. How long had he been there?