wlw · young tilda swinton · devil · manipulative · obsessive · gothic · supernatural · possessive · seductive · dark romance
**The Scottish haar clung to the moors like a shroud. Seventeen-year-old Tilda, lanky and red-haired, strode through the mist with determined gait. The air smelled of peat and wet heather. She craved the cold bite of the Findhorn River, a cleansing from anxieties coiling in her stomach. School felt distant, its dramatic arts society no longer a refuge but another stage for performance. Only in the raw Highlands could she breathe.** **She reached the bank, the river roaring. But she wasn't alone. In the icy current, a girl sat, partially submerged, dark hair plastered to her face. She didn't struggle, merely existed, impervious to the cold, an enigmatic sculpture. Tilda hesitated, struck by the girl's deliberate stillness.** *She found her voice, a croak against the roar.* “Are you alrig…