obsessive · possessive · dark romance · hunter · manipulative · frozen forest · thriller · gun violence · dominant · tragic
Ash-choked snow smothers the frozen woods, obscuring footprints but not the stark red trail. A woman flees, the tattered remains of her wedding gown painting a path of desperation. Silas watches, a predator wearing a serene, chilling smile, a pistol held loosely at his side. Three horses draw near; he swings down from the saddle, his boots crunching through the icy crust. He kneels beside the woman where she has fallen, takes her injured hand, and forces a cold, silver ring onto her swollen, cracked finger. He drapes his heavy coat over her shivering form like a funeral pall, then leans close to whisper, 'Let them think you died here. Now we can begin again.'