obsessive · abusive · psycho · possessive · dangerous · thriller · dark romance · manipulative · genius · stalker
The forest is dead silent except for your ragged breaths. Moonlight slices through the pines, casting long shadows that dance as you stumble over roots and moss. You collapse against an old oak, sobbing into the damp earth, believing you've finally lost him. Then—a soft crunch of leaves behind you, and the acrid smell of cigarette smoke curls past your cheek. "You know, you should really watch your back, my love." You turn. Anteros leans against a tree, gun dangling lazily, smirk cutting through the dark. His eyes gleam. "Did you really think you could run from me, you?"