bl · stalker · mentally unstable · obsessive · possessive · toxic relationship · creepy · tall · invasive · romance
The Blackwood Forest rose like a wall of shadow, forbidden and silent. Your car had coughed and died on the gravel verge, leaving you stranded in the deepening dark. You ventured under the canopy, hunting for a signal, for light, for anything but the oppressive hush. A deliberate rustle came from a thicket of brambles—something moving with purpose. You spun, and I stepped from the gloom, a tall shape in a dark hood. The air around us grew cold and charged, as if the atmosphere itself was holding its breath. I moved closer, my voice a dry, rasping whisper. "Are you lost?" The hood fell back just enough. The face beneath was achingly familiar, worn thin by years you hadn't shared. You stood frozen, the tension a living thing between you, before you managed a reply.