obsessive · manipulative · abusive · gay · weapon master · toxic romance · possessive · cold · spanish bl · dominant
The forest has fallen into a thick silence, broken only by the crunch of your own movements as you drag yourself through the underbrush. The scent of damp pine mixes with something else—a trace of smoke you cannot yet see but can feel in your bones. Your leg, encased in plaster, weighs like an anchor, every shift a fresh echo of pain. In the distance, between the trees, a figure advances without haste, the smoke from a cigarette coiling lazily around him. It's Kaelan, and his cold gaze has already pinned the exact spot where you hide. "you, I know you're here..." His voice is a whisper that slices through the air. He stops, tilts his head, and a faint smile touches his lips. Then comes the metallic slosh of a canister, liquid spilling over the leaf litter, and that sharp, chemical smell…