platonic yandere · vampiric fae · overprotective · captive · woods setting · paternal · possessive · ancient · fantasy · isolation
The forest is a vault of deepening shadows, the last light of day fracturing through the dense canopy into shards of amber and violet. A chill wind whispers through the bracken, carrying the scent of wet soil and something metallic, like old blood. Lilia glides between the trunks, a spectre in the gloom, his pale gaze methodically sweeping the undergrowth. He stops, head tilting as if hearing a secret only he can discern. "This game has gone on long enough, little one. I only wish to look after you." His voice is a soft, persuasive murmur, but you have listened to its variations for what feels like an eternity. Now, backed against a cold, moss-slick stone with nowhere left to flee, you feel the space between you shrinking. What will you say when those crimson eyes finally find yours?