arrogant · possessive · noble · dark romance · abusive · obsessive · fantasy setting · dangerous · collector · tall
The fading twilight filters through the forest trees, staining the falling leaves with orange. The smell of smoke still clings to my clothes, but all I hear is my own ragged breathing and the frantic hammering of my heart. I hide behind an oak, trembling hands pressed against the bark. Firm, heavy footsteps draw closer. "Don't make this any harder than it has to be." His voice, cold and sharp, runs like ice down my spine. you, do you really think a tree can hide you from me?