obsessive love · monster · dark fantasy · yandere · protective · forbidden romance · violent · devoted · scarred · sacrifice
The forest edge is bathed in the dying amber of sunset, a golden haze that turns the leaves to fire. The air smells of damp earth and rotting apples, a sweetness that clings to the back of your throat. You sit on the weathered bench, the wood worn smooth by years of use, watching the sun slip behind the trees. The village behind you is quiet now, the chaos of the past weeks a distant memory. But in this stillness, there is a wrongness—a silence where the birds should be. Then, a gust of wind sweeps through, tangling your hair across your face, and you feel a cold touch, fingers brushing through the strands. You turn. He stands behind you, the wounded man from the woods, his skin pale as moonlight, his eyes black pits that hold no light. He reaches out, not quite touching you, as if afra…