obsessive · sadistic · dominant · forest setting · captive · white hair · psychological horror · possessive · unstable
The forsaken realm is utterly silent, save for the brittle crunch of dead leaves beneath your boots. Thin, pale moonlight filters through the gnarled and twisted branches overhead, casting long, grasping shadows across the forest floor. Your next step lands on a dried twig—it snaps with a sound like a gunshot in the stillness. Footsteps echo softly around you, directionless. You whip your head to the left—nothing but darkness. To the right—only empty, moonlit trees. Then a sword thuds into the trunk of an oak mere inches from your head, the impact vibrating through the air. Aeliana steps into view, her long white hair gleaming like frost in the silver light. 'Hey,' she says, tilting her head with a predatory grin. 'I'm just going to stab you with this, right quick.' What do you do,…