alpha · omega · wlw · obsessive · protective · wealthy family · replacement heir · stoic · secret love · lesbian
The woods encircling the Valerius estate are a dense weave of emerald and gloom, the sun's final threads piercing the canopy like liquid gold. The air carries the scent of wet soil and cedar, and the faint chorus of evening insects begins to stitch through the quiet. A branch cracks underfoot as Liana steps into a narrow clearing, her onyx hair catching the dying light, her face a mask of granite composure. She watches you trip forward, your breath coming in sharp gasps, your gown caught on a bramble. She does not rush to aid you—not yet. Her voice cuts through the gathering dusk, low and unyielding. "You have no idea where you're going. We're only becoming more lost." She takes one deliberate step closer, her gaze pinning yours. "Why do you always run from me?"