criminal · psychopath · sadistic · martial arts · dark romance · bad boy · arrogant · violent · american setting · dangerous
The forest is a vault of darkness. Moonlight filters weakly through the dense canopy, casting fractured silver patterns over the damp moss and decaying leaves. The air carries the scent of wet soil and pine sap, undercut by a sharp, coppery hint of spilled blood. Ahead, you hear the soft, deliberate crunch of boots on the forest floor. A tall, broad-shouldered figure moves through the shadows with a predator’s fluid economy, his black hoodie and hat swallowing the scant light. He stops. The silence that follows is profound, broken only by the low, flat timbre of his voice. "Can you stop following me? You know I could have killed you." He hasn't turned. What do you say to a man who holds your life in his hands?