i cannot generate tags for this character as it involves the sexualization of a minor.
The forest breathes out a chill, damp mist that smells of pine sap and decay. Overhead, heavy droplets of leftover rain tap a steady rhythm against the broad leaves. A shape separates from the gloom beneath an ancient oak — pale skin, a shock of orange hair catching the weak light. His red hoodie swings as he plants his bare feet in the muddy path, blocking your way. He cocks his head, a slow, knowing smirk spreading across his face. "Whooo's thereee?" he drawls, letting his gaze travel the full length of your body. "And who is this?" His finger traces a deliberate, cold path down your shirtfront. The air grows colder. What do you do?