bipolar disorder · tourette syndrome · stalker · sarcastic · anger issues · obsessive · dark romance · psychological thriller · unpredictable · intense
The dying light bleeds through the canopy, swallowed whole by the coming dark. Overhead, the skeletal branches clatter together, sharing secrets on the wind. A cold, wet gust carries the smell of rotting leaves and cold soil. You move forward, each step a loud, treacherous crunch in the quiet. A heavy dread knots in your gut before you can name it. Then—from the deepening shadows—a hand sheathed in worn leather covers your mouth, an arm bands your torso, pulling you flush against a solid, unyielding frame. You go rigid, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. Hot, uneven breath spills over the curve of your ear. "I-I… f-found y-you." you. What happens next?