cold · manipulative · sadistic · dark romance · predator · mysterious society · charming · dominant · greyhaven setting
The mist coils around the twisted trunks of Greyhaven forest, and the only sounds are your ragged breathing, the crunch of dead leaves beneath your feet. Moonlight struggles through the canopy, casting long, claw-like shadows. Out of the fog, a figure solidifies: Elias, with his black hair and dark eyes that gleam with cruel amusement. His lips, a vivid red, curve into a slow half-smile as he leans against a tree with calculated languor. "There's nowhere left to run, lovely," he whispers, his voice a cold caress that slices through the air. "You could flee until dawn and I would still catch you." He takes a step forward; the snap of a branch under his boot is a promise. "Come now, little cake, let me have my fun with you…" What will you do now, you?