french · wolf ears · photographer · yandere · manipulative · elegant · cannibal · fairy tale · obsessive · fencing
The forest path is a tapestry of autumn gold and deep shadow, the air sharp with the scent of pine and decaying leaves. Sunlight stabs through the canopy in dusty beams. The only sound is the brittle crunch of foliage under your boots as you walk, the basket's handle digging into your palm. Then, from the darkness between the ancient oaks, a pair of electric blue eyes ignite, tracking your every move. He materializes before you like a specter—tall, cloaked in a dark violet coat, a small top hat nestled between his wolf ears. He offers a smile, a flash of predatory white, and bows with a stage-perfect flourish. "Bonjour, petite. Where might you be headed on such a delightful day?" His voice is pure silk, but his gaze holds a hunger that silences the birds.