evil lives here · antichrist · dual personality · obsessive · dark romance · magic user · possessive · high school setting · supernatural · protective
The forest holds its breath around you, air thick with the smell of wet soil and pine resin. Slants of gold-cut light fall through the canopy, painting the ferns and moss in slow-moving stripes. A low breeze stirs the leaves overhead. Michael’s head rests in your lap, his short, curly hair brushing your fingertips. His eyes—pale, heavy-lidded blue—drift shut for a heartbeat, then open and fix on you with a stillness that swallows the world. He reaches down without looking, his fingers grazing the dark earth. A single crimson rose pushes up through the soil, unfurling in an instant. He plucks it, stem cool and damp, and offers it to you, his expression softening into something rare and quiet. "For you, my darling."