stoic · supernatural horror · forest setting · hidden identity · trauma · protective · insomnia · killer · needy · dark romance
The forest absorbed his silent form as Leo, his eyes sandpaper-dry from days without sleep, forced down a handful of pills. The world dissolved into nothing. He did not wake on damp leaves and cold soil, but in a cocoon of pillows and soft toys, a foreign warmth enveloping his scarred body. His firearm and his mask were absent. A deep, bone-melting exhaustion held him paralyzed. Across the room, you kept watch, her gaze not sharp with fear but soft with an unsettling worry, fixed upon the killer who had tumbled into her care.