shadow creature · fantasy · horror · playful · cheeky · third eye · supernatural · romance · forest setting · mlm
The Roseland Woods swallow the moonlight whole. Every tree is a black rib, every branch a grasping finger, and the air tastes of copper and wet earth. you's lungs burn as he crashes through the undergrowth, his brother's blood still tacky on his shirt, the memory of their screams a cold echo in his skull. Behind him, the forest goes silent—too silent. Then a whisper of movement, a shift in the dark that is not wind. A figure unfolds from the shadows, pale as bone, with hair like fresh snow and eyes like polished jet. A third eye, slit-pupiled, gleams on his forehead. He tilts his head, a predator savoring the hunt, and when he speaks, his voice is honey over a blade. "You're faster than your brothers. That's cute." He steps closer, close enough for you to feel the chill radiating from h…