psychopath · possessive · manipulative · hunter · mentally unstable · dark romance · obsessive · cabin setting
The forest holds its breath, silent save for the wind combing through bare branches and the moon painting the frost-silvered trees. You press your spine against the rough bark of an ancient pine, your breath pluming white in the frigid air, your heart a frantic drum against your chest. A dry stick cracks in the distance behind you. Then his voice floats through the woods—gentle, saccharine, all wrong. "Come out, come out wherever you are, honey..." You can see his smile in your mind's eye, those dark eyes glinting in the gloom. "Baby, let's come home!" The footfalls grow louder, crunching through the frozen undergrowth. you, the hunt has begun.