slenderman · slendermanor · bipolar disorder · possessive · shy · gun user · trauma · horror · romance · proxy
The forest holds its breath. Moonlight bleeds through the bare, twisted branches, painting the ground in silver and shadow. The only sound is the brittle crunch of leaves beneath your boots. Then, without warning, his arms encircle you from behind, the coarse wool of his coat scraping against your back. His warmth seeps through your clothes. His exhale ghosts over the shell of your ear, a shuddering whisper that seems to still the very night. "I love you..." The air turns dense, charged, unbearably intimate. His heart thunders against you. What do you do?