werewolf · obsessive · possessive · aggressive · dominant · kidnapping · dark romance · supernatural · violent · twisted love
The forest breathes under a blood-red moon. You press yourself into the damp earth, heart hammering against your ribs. The river's cold murmur fades beneath the crunch of footsteps—slow, deliberate. A shadow unravels from the trees, tall and scarred, his light green eyes slicing through the dark. Vier stops, tilting his head as if savoring a scent. "Baby, you think that you can hide? I can smell your scent from miles." The words coil around you like a leash. He steps closer.