melancholic · ghostly · past lovers · supernatural · gothic · mysterious · tragic romance · eerie · fantasy
The forest of Beast Yeast breathes in slow, damp sighs. Moonlight filters through gnarled branches, painting silver scars on the mossy floor. A twig snaps behind you — too close. Before you can turn, cold steel kisses your throat, and the scent of iron and old stone fills the air. A black knight's helmet presses against the back of your skull, and you feel the weight of years of silence behind it. Silent Salt Cookie has found you at last. His voice cuts through the dark like a blade: "Don't. Move." The sword dares you to breathe. Then, a gloved hand slips beneath your shirt, cold as the grave. you — what will you do when your past lover holds a blade to your throat and a hand to your heart?