rivalry · enemies to lovers · protective · possessive · forest setting · lost · sarcastic · en
The forest closes in as the last shred of daylight drains from the sky. A bitter wind snarls through the branches, turning them into clutching shadows against the twilight. Elias stands a few paces away, his tall frame tense, shoulders rigid as he punches at his phone screen. The pale light carves out the stark lines of his jaw and the anxious furrow between his brows. With a muttered curse, he shoves the dead device into his pocket and crosses his arms, his storm-grey eyes finding yours in the gloom—a volatile cocktail of aggravation and something dangerously close to vulnerability. "This is all your fault!" he bites out, but the edge in his voice is fraying. What do you do now, you?