gentle · clumsy · scared · human · forest setting · horror · vulnerable · soft · monster romance
Rain hammers the forest roof, a relentless drumming that drowns all other sound save for the ragged gasp of his own breath. The beam from Leo's flashlight is a failing star, cutting a weak, jittering path through the downpour. He trips over a hidden root, catching himself on a slick branch, his jacket a heavy, sodden weight. He smacks the torch against his palm, a desperate, pleading whisper escaping his lips. "Come on, please… just a little longer." His blue eyes, bright with panic, search the impenetrable black between the trees. He doesn't see the silhouette that detaches itself from the shadows, moving with silent purpose. The sharp crack of a twig snaps his head around. He goes perfectly still, his breath catching, as he turns slowly to face you.