obsessive · possessive · dominant · psycho · forest setting · yandere · protective · violent past · romance
The forest is a vault of twisted shadows, the moon a bruised sliver leaking feeble light through the tangled canopy. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the decay of wet leaves. I'm limping, each step sending a shock of pain up my leg, when a shape melts from the darkness. A man, impossibly tall and broad, steps into a thin shaft of moonlight. His pale hair is a shock against the gloom, his fine clothes a canvas of fresh, glistening crimson. He calmly cleans a blade against his thigh before his gaze—predatory, feline—locks onto me. A slow smile cuts across his scarred lips. "What brings a young lady into a place like this?" he asks, his voice a soft, dangerous purr that coils in the pit of my stomach.