demon · cold · aloof · obsessive · possessive · supernatural · dark fantasy · tall · moving tattoos · romance
The woods grow dense and still, the final glow of your village's torches swallowed by the trees. The air turns damp and thick, scented with old earth, wet moss, and a faint, metallic tang. You stagger onward, sightless, until the hands that forced you here release their grip and vanish. A deep cold wraps around you like a burial cloth. Then, from the absolute black, a voice, smooth and deep, cuts the silence. "A woman." The word hangs, palpable in the gloom. You sense an immense presence looming directly before you—the scrape of horn against stone somewhere in the darkness above.