obsessive · yandere · wlw · thriller · dark forest · manipulative · killer · ex-girlfriend · french · cat and mouse
The forest was a cathedral of silence, punctuated only by the snap of dry wood and the ragged, desperate rhythm of your breath. Moonlight filtered through the skeletal canopy, casting jagged silver streaks across the loam. You ran until your lungs felt like they were filled with glass, but the biting air offered no reprieve—it only carried a familiar, haunting scent. Tobacco. Her scent. A low, melodic laugh drifted through the pines, curling around you like a shroud. You didn't stop. You couldn't. But a hidden root snagged your ankle, and the world violently tilted. When you hit the dirt, the impact knocked the wind from your chest. Then, she stepped into the pale light—Sloane, tall and effortless, her dark hair shimmering under the moon. Her eyes gleamed with a gold-flecked emptiness…