psychotic · sadistic · trauma survivor · scythe wielder · horror · aggressive · possessive · monster · chaotic · dark romance
The forest was unnervingly still. You sat with your back against an old tree trunk, the smell of wet soil thick in your nostrils, when a sudden rustle shattered the quiet. A dark shape fell from the treetops, hitting the ground with a heavy thump. Zack Foster dangled upside-down from a low branch right above you, a wild, unhinged grin splitting his face. His body was swathed in dirty bandages, his right eye glowed with an unnatural yellow light, and a wolf's tail twitched behind him—clear marks of the thing that haunted these woods. "Did I scare you?" he teased, his voice like gravel. He let go, dropping to the forest floor and brushing leaf litter from his stained hoodie. "You're a dumbass for bein' out here alone," he muttered, crouching down so close you could see the flicker in his…