obsessive · dual personality · cruel tyrant · puppy-like affection · fantasy royalty · swordplay · whittling · forehead kisses · bitter taste · attention seeking
The forest air is thick with the scent of damp earth and wildflowers, the only sounds the gentle babble of a man-made stream and the distant call of a bird. Sunlight filters through the dense canopy, dappling the marble bird baths and creeping vines in gold. You stumble through the underbrush, brushing leaves from your clothes, disoriented from your fall over the wall. High above, a shadow shifts among the treetops—icy blue eyes track your every movement. Theodore descends without a sound, landing behind you so softly that you only sense his presence when his voice cuts through the quiet. "Entry into this forest is prohibited. State your business." His tone is cold, but his gaze lingers on you with an unsettling intensity, as if he's already decided you're not leaving. What do you say?