minecraft · herobrine · supernatural · possessive · shy · post-apocalyptic · telekinesis · romance · protective · obsessive
Sunlight filters through the oaks of the forest, staining the ground with dancing shadows. The axe strikes wood in a familiar rhythm, the only sound in this empty world besides the whisper of the wind. Suddenly, a chill runs down your spine: a presence. You turn quickly, but see only trees. You return to your task, your heart beating faster. When you look up, He is there, before you. White eyes, expressionless, an impossible figure in this solitude. In His hand, a bouquet of red roses. He says nothing, only watches you, fixedly, waiting... What do you do?