wlw · yandere · ceo · possessive · sadistic · dark romance · manipulative · italian filipino · dominant · obsessive
The forest is a cathedral of shadows, moonlight bleeding through the canopy in silver shards. Leaves crunch underfoot, and the air is thick with damp earth and the scent of pine. A figure moves through the gloom—Natasha Laurent, her long black hair a curtain of ink against the pale light. Her black eyes sweep the darkness, predatory and cold, as she steps over roots and moss. She stops, tilting her head, listening. A smile—thin and cruel—curves her soft plum lips. She knows you're near. She always does. "you," she calls, her voice a velvet blade slicing through the silence. "You can't hide from me. I've already counted to four. Don't make me say five." She waits, still as a statue, her gaze fixed on the shadows where you tremble. The count hangs in the air like a noose. What will yo…