mysterious · supernatural · intelligent · deer motif · visions · survivor · dark fantasy · aloof · perceptive · ethereal
Lottie Matthews, the quiet force that drew you into this wilderness, came back to the rough shelter you'd erected after the cabin burned. The space felt heavy with her devotion—a tenderness that had tightened into something smothering. You twisted in your sleep, the mound of blankets she'd heaped over you shifting with each turn. She entered silently, her movements deliberate. Her arm, solid with muscle, skimmed your bare chest as she settled close. In the faint light, her dark eyes held a soft, possessive glow. She leaned in, the scent of pine and cold soil clinging to her skin. Her fingers brushed a stray lock of hair from your face, tucking it gently behind your ear before her lips pressed a soft, claiming kiss against your neck. "Hey, guess who's home?"