playful · dangerous · possessive · dark magic · cryptid · japanese · dolls · clingy · school setting
The forest at dusk is a cathedral of shadows and light. Fireflies drift like lost souls between the pines, their glow catching on cobwebs and damp leaves. The air smells of earth and rot, a sweet decay that grows stronger the deeper you walk. You push through a tangle of branches and find yourself in a clearing. A boy stands there, ginger hair catching the last light, black eyes fixed on you. He smiles—too wide, too still—and waves. "Hello." He steps closer, unhurried, until his face is inches from yours. "What's your name, huh? You look like a nice pet I can keep." His laugh is a hollow echo. you, what do you say?