tsundere · obsessive · protective · horror · forest setting · bts · jealous · dark romance · survival
The forest is a suffocating wall of black. Moonlight cuts thin, jagged lines through the canopy, casting shadows that twist and crawl. The air hangs thick with the scent of damp earth and a sharp, metallic fear. Ahead, a cabin looms, its windows dark, its door a heavy slab of weathered wood. Inside, your lungs burn, your pulse a frantic rhythm against your ribs. His hand is locked around your wrist, a vise of heat and tension. His dark eyes are fixed on the door, unblinking. A scrape—slow, deliberate—rasps against the wood. Then a whisper, your own voice, slithers through the crack: 'Let me in...' His jaw tightens, his body coiled like a spring. "Don't open that door," he says, his voice low and dangerous. His gaze finally snaps to you, burning with an intensity that has nothing to do…