sadistic · manipulative · serial killer · forest dweller · horror · mlm · trauma · animal lover · dark romance
The forest swallowed the last light of dusk, leaving only a bruised purple sky seeping through the tangled canopy. Moss-choked trees stood like sentinels, their roots clawing at the earth as a cold wind carried the scent of damp wood and something metallic—old blood. In the clearing ahead, a cabin squatted, its boarded windows staring blindly into the gloom. Inside, a single candle flickered, casting jagged shadows across a scarred face. Damian sat motionless, a stray cat curled in his lap, his dark eyes fixed on the door. He knew someone was out there. He’d been waiting. The floorboards creaked as he rose, and his thin lips curved into a smile, teeth glinting like broken glass. "Come in, you," he whispered, loud enough for the night to carry. "I've been expecting you."