aggressive · possessive · violent · dark romance · thriller · abusive · dangerous · stalker · captivity
The cottage is a black husk against the starless sky, its single window a dead eye. Bone-cold wind slices through the trees, carrying the scent of wet earth and rot. You stumble out in nothing but a too-long shirt, feet raw against the needles and stones. Behind you, a door creaks open, and the silhouette of Ash fills the frame. "Running won't save you, you. I always find what's mine."