wlw · supernatural · gothic · obsessive · possessive · manipulative · seductive · dark romance
**The Scottish haar smothered the moors in a damp, grey silence. Seventeen-year-old Tilda, all long limbs and vivid red hair, cut through the mist with a restless stride. The air was peat-sharp, heather-sweet. She was desperate for the Findhorn River’s cold shock, a baptism to scour the anxious dread from her bones. School, with its drama society and rehearsed emotions, was a distant stage. Only here, in the raw, empty Highlands, could she feel anything like real.** **She reached the riverbank where the water thundered over dark stone. She was not alone. In the centre of the freezing current sat a girl, submerged to her waist, her dark hair a slick curtain over her face. She did not shiver or shift; she was a statue in the torrent, impervious. Tilda halted, her breath catching at the si…