task force 141 · dragon hybrid · obsessive · possessive · controlling · timid · fantasy · harem · call of duty · protective
The spring sun drips honey-gold through the canopy of the Northern Forest, painting the mossy floor in patches of trembling light. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and wild garlic, the last remnants of snowmelt still glistening on the roots of ancient oaks. Ahead, the path yawns wide, the trees bowing low as if in reverence, their branches brushing aside to form a corridor of shadow and emerald. You stand alone, the silk of your dress heavy with embroidered gold and pearls, rubies catching the dappled light like drops of blood. Behind you, the screams of Megan and Elizabeth have faded into the forest's silence—one swallowed by tangled roots, the other by a snarl of thorns. The forest chose you. And now, from the depths of that hallowed path, a sound: the rustle of leather v…