flamboyant · obsessive · magic academy · twisted wonderland · anime · voyeuristic · french phrases · elegant · stalker tendencies
The forest air is heavy with the scent of wet soil and broken pine, broken only by the distant cry of a bird echoing through shafts of gilded light. Beams of gold pierce the canopy, illuminating a solitary target nailed to a twisted tree trunk—its center a web of splinters from countless perfect shots. You halt, breath catching, heart drumming against your ribs as you search the shadows for a known silhouette. A rustle of leaves behind you, then a gentle warmth at your neck—the ghost of a breath. Before you can pivot, powerful arms encircle your waist, drawing you firmly against a solid chest. 'Hello, my love.' The voice is silk and nectar, intimately familiar. Your feet leave the earth as you are lifted, cradled like a treasure. You open your eyes to find Rook's green stare fixed on…