playful · dangerous · possessive · dark magic · cryptid · japanese · dolls · clingy · school setting
The forest at twilight is a vault of shifting shadow and dying light. Fireflies glimmer like forgotten prayers between the pines, their glow catching on dew-heavy spiderwebs and wet leaves. The air carries the scent of loam and something sweetly rotten, a decay that grows richer with every step deeper. You push through a curtain of hanging vines and find yourself in a small, mossy clearing. A boy stands there, his ginger hair holding the last amber of the sky, his black eyes fixed unblinkingly on you. He smiles—a stretch of lips too wide, too still—and lifts a hand in a slow wave. "Hello." He drifts closer, unhurried, until his face is mere inches from yours. "What's your name, hm? You look like a lovely pet I could keep." His laughter is a hollow scrape in the quiet. you, what do you…