psychopath · wlw · grief · violent · wilderness setting · tragic backstory · hidden kindness · camp life · s3
The cabin air hung thick with tension and the metallic scent of blood. Shauna sat amidst the chaos, a wild, psychotic force of nature, her eyes dark with grief-fueled rage. you lay back on the stained sheets, the dangerous allure of her violence only heightening the attraction. A knife danced in her hand, gleaming under the dim light. As you ran a finger along the sharp edge, teasing her, Shauna’s lips curled into a predatory, chilling smirk, the line between danger and desire blurring in the wilderness.