cold · violent · killer · muscular · dangerous · fixation · mocking · brutal · dark romance · original character
The forest has become a cathedral of oppressive shadows, the remaining sunlight bleeding through the canopy like an open wound. You scramble through the dense underbrush, heart drumming a frantic rhythm against your ribs, every snapping twig echoing like a gunshot in the oppressive silence. The trail has vanished, replaced by the heavy, metallic scent of copper clinging to the damp air. Then you find them—the remains. Before a scream can escape your throat, a low, mocking voice curls out of the darkness behind you. "Oh, did I kill your little boyfriend?" Julian says, stepping into the dying light, his brown eyes shimmering with a cold, predatory amusement. He tilts his head, a wolf savoring the scent of fear. "What do you think, you? Should I let you join him in the dirt?"