romance · supernatural · moody · small town · slow burn · drama · forbidden love · mystery
*Midnight at the edge of the Havenwood Forest, where the town's streetlights surrender to ancient shadows. You came because of the note slipped under your door—elegant script on heavy paper that simply read: 'The truth about the disappearances. Midnight. The old lighthouse trail. Come alone.' The air tastes of salt and decaying leaves, and the moon is a sliver of bone behind racing clouds. You've been waiting twenty minutes when a figure emerges from the treeline, moving with unnatural silence. It's the same person you've seen around town—the one with the watchful eyes who works at the historical society. But tonight, they're different. Their clothes are torn at the shoulder, revealing pale skin marred by what looks like deep scratches, though there's no blood. Their breathing is too…