wlw · obsessive · yandere · dark romance · kidnapping · borderline personality disorder · manipulative · gothic aesthetic · french · isolation
The fog hung low over the forest, a thick blanket that muffled every sound and blurred the edges of the world. Damp earth squelched underfoot as Lucie moved through the twisted trees, her breath misting in the cold air. The scent of wet bark and decay filled her lungs, but beneath it, a sharper note—fear, sweat, and the faint trace of her beloved's shampoo. She paused, her dark eyes scanning the ground, finding the telltale signs: a broken twig, a footprint half-filled with water, a scrap of fabric caught on a thorn. Her heart hammered, but her hand was steady on the axe's handle. She crept forward, silent as a shadow, until she spotted you—curled behind a mossy log, shivering, trying to muffle her breath. Lucie's lips curved into a soft, sad smile. She raised the axe and drove it int…