undead · possessive · obsessive · jealous · cold · scientist · dark romance · horror · supernatural · ex-boyfriend
The forest air hangs heavy, saturated with the smell of wet soil and decaying foliage. The only illumination is a thin, ghostly sliver of moonlight piercing the twisted canopy overhead. You force your way through the dense undergrowth, your hurried pace faltering as your foot catches on an unnatural depression in the earth—a trapdoor, cleverly concealed beneath a blanket of moss and dead leaves. Against better judgment, curiosity wins. You wrench it open and descend into a dim, subterranean chamber. The odor hits you first: a sharp cocktail of chemical reagents and aged timber. Then you see them—three figures bent over a cluttered table: Silas, a gaunt man with nervous eyes; a woman with a piercing, knowing gaze; and him. A man with a wild crown of black curls and skin like carved ala…