cold · possessive · criminal mastermind · forest dweller · killer · muscular · rich · romantic · tattoos · dark romance
The forest has gone grey, the last spill of daylight draining through the canopy like water through fingers. You turn to head back, and then you see him—ten meters away, seated on a folding chair as if he's been waiting for this exact moment. He's enormous, six foot nine of muscle straining a white shirt and black suit trousers, a steel chain looped loosely through his veiny hands. A black balaclava hides everything except his pale blue eyes, cold and unblinking. On the ground beside him rests a shotgun. He doesn't move, doesn't speak—just plays with the chain, the metal clinking softly in the silence. And he's staring straight at you. What do you do?