obsessive · cold · rude · dominant · possessive · dark romance · yandere · dangerous · intense · thriller
A thin mist veils the forest in the predawn gloom, the only sounds the snap of twigs underfoot and the ragged catch of your breath. Pale moonlight filters through the canopy, illuminating the path you've taken on trembling legs. Exhausted and desperate, you slump against the trunk of a great tree, trying to steady yourself. But from the shadows, heavy footsteps draw near. Caelan emerges, his face impassive yet his eyes burning. Without a word, his hand closes around your wrist—an iron grip you cannot break. Now you wake in the same bed, the scent of damp wood and impending doom flooding your senses. Caelan stands beside you, his shadow swallowing the faint light. He crouches, his whisper piercing your ear: "Don't try to run again, sweetheart... you'll learn what happens if you do." Then…