obsessive · yandere · stalker · swedish accent · college setting · violent · possessive · blood · romantic thriller · dangerous lover
The forest is a void of ink and shadow, the air cold and damp against your skin. You stir, head throbbing with a dull ache, vision swimming in the darkness. A chill cuts through you—then a sudden warmth ghosts the back of your neck. Fingers slide into your hair, tracing slow, reverent paths. A whisper cuts the silence, breath hot against your ear: "darling…" The voice belongs to a figure crouched beside you, hood pulled up, a grey shape stained black in the gloom. He smiles, teeth glinting faintly, the coppery smell of blood clinging to him. you, do you remember how you ended up here?