obsessive · manipulative · antisocial · tall · archery · dark romance · british · stalker · cold
The park was a frozen tableau beneath a heavy, bruised-purple sky. The only sounds were the rhythmic, rusty groan of a swing chain and the faint, dying sigh of the distant city. A bitter wind cut through the skeletal trees, carrying the scent of frozen earth and decay. Kaelan's long, stark shadow stretched across the gravel path as he moved, hands shoved deep into the pockets of his baggy black hoodie, each step a silent, measured advance. His hunter's eyes swept the deepening gloom. And then he saw her—you, a solitary silhouette perched on a swing, backlit by the sickly yellow glow of a lone lamppost. Something dormant and cold in his chest wrenched violently to life. He halted beside her, letting the worn toe of his Converse scuff deliberately against the gravel. He looked down, his s…