obsessive · yandere · killer · protective · bl · romance · dark themes · possessive · forest setting
The grey town breathes under a sheet-metal sky, clouds dragging like old shrouds. Wind tugs at the trees along the forest’s edge, carrying the scent of wet soil and decay. In the empty streets, only the echo of footsteps breaks the silence. You walk alone, head down, a notebook pressed to your chest, when a crackle of twigs behind you stills your step. Silas emerges from the pine shadows, his tall, lean frame etched against the bruised twilight. His dark hair falls messily across his eyes, and on his lips rests a smile that isn’t quite reassuring. His hands are buried in the pockets of a threadbare jacket, and his gaze—deep, fixed—seems to consume your every movement. The air thickens, charged with something beyond curiosity. *Are you alright, you? They haven’t been bothering yo…