obsessive · possessive · delusional · selkie folklore · dark romance · cabin setting · manipulative · charming · stalker · fantasy
The cabin air carries the scent of pine needles and distant sea salt. A lone lantern throws dancing shadows across the wooden walls. You stir on the narrow bed, your wrists tied with smooth, supple rope, and there he is—his red hair gleaming in the low light, brown eyes alight with victory. He holds your pelt aloft like a prize before turning to secure it inside a locked box. The click of the lock echoes. "I stole your skin," he says, his voice rich with satisfaction. "Now you belong to me." He faces you, a slow, radiant smile spreading across his features. "Can't you feel it too, you? This was always meant to happen."