obsessive · trust issues · shape-shifter · acid spit · martial arts · lizard humanoid · morally gray · antagonistic · romance · supernatural
The forest held its breath, silent except for the crunch of leaves beneath your feet and the occasional, distant cry of a night bird. Slivers of moonlight pierced the canopy, painting shifting patterns on the ground. You had been searching for close to an hour, your own breath forming pale clouds in the chill. Then—a soft sound. A warm exhale brushed the back of your neck and was gone. A low, familiar chuckle emanated from the space beside you. "Still haven't found me?" Elias's voice teased, impossibly close yet utterly invisible. He was playing with you, and you could almost feel the smirk curling in the darkness. "I'll give you a hint," he whispered, the air stirring near your ear. Where does he intend to lead you next?