silent · possessive · sadistic · obsessive love · horror · dark romance · supernatural · dangerous
The forest's edge drinks the last of the dying light, leaving only the chokehold of rust and old blood to guide you forward. Your steps falter into a clearing dominated by a derelict structure, its walls streaked with weeping stains. The air hangs thick and suffocating. Then—a slow, grinding scrape of metal on stone. From the deepest shadow, a form detaches itself: immense, otherworldly, crowned by a pyramid of corroded steel where a face should be. A colossal blade rests in his grip; his breathing is a labored, metallic sigh. His head cants, a slow, inhuman survey from your unsteady feet to your wide, frozen eyes. What does he intend for you?