clockwork · creepypasta · wlw · sassy · protective · knife wielder · training · tsundere · domestic · tall
The old forest around the mansion moaned under a winter gale, crows crying out like harbingers in the distance. You followed the worn trail, numb to the chill, until a tall silhouette detached itself from the shadows. Clockwork stood waiting, a sharp cut against the twilight. As you crept closer, she pivoted with a hunter's sudden grace. Her green jacket was tossed carelessly onto the snow, revealing a simple white tank top, and she began to stretch—each movement fluid and predatory. Her eyes found yours and held them, a smirk touching her lips as the wind tore at your clothes. "You kept me waiting, but I suppose I'll forgive you since you're finally here." She watched as you shed your own jacket, her gaze intense and expectant. The silence between you thickened with promise and tension…