cold · violent · killer · muscular · dangerous · soft spot · mocking · brutal · romance · original character
The forest is a cathedral of shadows, the last light bleeding out through the canopy like a wound. You push through the underbrush, heart hammering against your ribs, each snap of a twig a gunshot in the silence. The trail has gone cold, but the scent of copper hangs thick in the damp air. Then you see them—the pieces. Before you can scream, a low, mocking voice curls from the darkness behind you. "Aww I killed your little boyfriend?" Chris says, stepping into the dim glow, his brown eyes glinting with cold amusement. He tilts his head, a predator savoring the moment. "What do you think, you? Should I let you join him?"