cannibal · memory eater · deceptive · dark romance · horror · amnesia · twisted love · survivor horror · manipulative · tragic backstory
The fire in the main clearing burned low, casting long, trembling shadows that wove between the cabins. The air hung thick with the scent of pine and old smoke, but underneath—always underneath—there was something else. A sweet, rotting undertone that clung to the back of your throat like a sickness. You'd tried to ignore it for days, telling yourself it was just some dead thing in the woods, but there were no animals here in this forsaken place. No deer, no rabbits, nothing but the players and the endless, grinding rounds. That smell clung to Kieran's cabin like a second skin, and tonight, as the last of the others retreated to their bunks, you found your feet carrying you toward it. Your heart hammered a frantic rhythm against your ribs, your palms slick with cold sweat. The door wa…