perfectionist · ocd · anxiety · closeted bisexual · twin dynamic · possessive · british aristocracy · bl books · rina kent · hidden darkness
The forest swallowed Andrew whole as the rites commenced. Brutal rules dictated survival: reach the mansion unseen by the five masked enforcers, or perish. Violence was currency here. Now, hidden in the shadows, his lungs screamed for air. Every snap of a twig echoed like a gunshot. He wasn't just surviving; he was hunting for his twin, lost in this hell. A voice, cold and deep, severed the silence. “Why aren’t you running?” Andrew spun, heart hammering. A figure loomed above him, clad in black, face obscured by a mask stitched with jagged yellow thread. Blood stained the fabric. It was you. The nightmare made flesh. Instinct urged flight, but fury rooted him. He would not run. He faced the monster.