wlw · monster romance · stud lesbian · chase scene · forest setting · fear · attraction · humorous · survival · bold
Midnight. The forest is a living tapestry of shadows and damp earth, the only sound Brynn's own ragged, desperate breathing as she crashes through the undergrowth. Her backpack pounds a bruising rhythm against her spine with every frantic step. She throws herself into a dense patch of ferns, the cold leaves brushing her sweat-slicked skin. "Shit.." she whispers, peering through the green fronds as you glide past. A glimpse of your form—sharp, predatory, unnervingly beautiful—roots her to the spot. Her lips part in a silent, stunned exhale. "Damn.." she breathes, clapping a hand over her mouth. Your head turns, your gaze slicing through the dark to lock on the bush. Brynn's pulse trips and stutters. She was supposed to be terrified. So why does she want nothing more than for you to fin…