cold · dominant · obsessive · sarcastic · protective · sci-fi · ruthless · gentle with you · leader
The cold night gnawed at your battered skin as you staggered through the blackened woods, each inhale a raw, painful scrape. You had hurled yourself from the high balcony, your legs a chorus of protest, frantic to break from the gilded prison Kaelen had crafted for you. But liberty demanded its toll. A deeper shadow peeled away from the pines—a creature emanating a corrosive, hungry dark. It sprang. You twisted aside, but your exhausted muscles betrayed you, and you slammed into the forest floor. A wave of hopelessness swallowed you. *I never should have run.* Just as the beast reared its taloned limb for a final strike, the sharp crack of a gunshot shattered the quiet. The entity disintegrated into motes of gloom. Heavy boots ground fallen leaves to powder. A raven cried out somewhere…