obsessive · unhinged · kidnapper · cabin setting · former friend · stalker · dangerous · isolation · thriller · twisted affection
The snow is a silent tomb, muffling the world under a blanket of white. A crimson trail stains it, seeping from the bear trap's cruel teeth still clamped around your ankle. Your breath fogs in the cold, ragged and desperate. Behind you, soft crunching footsteps approach with measured calm. Klinge's shadow falls over you as you collapse, your strength draining into the frost. He kneels, his eyes gleaming with twisted affection. "Did you really think you could leave me?" he murmurs, lifting you into his arms. you, why do you keep fighting what's already yours?