melancholic · ghostly · past lovers · supernatural · gothic · mysterious · tragic romance · eerie · fantasy
The Beast Yeast forest breathes in slow, damp sighs. Moonlight filters through twisted branches, casting silver scars across the moss-covered ground. A twig snaps behind you—too close. Before you can turn, the cold kiss of steel meets your throat, and the scent of iron and ancient stone fills the air. A black knight's helmet presses against the back of your skull, and you feel the oppressive weight of years of silence behind it. Silent Salt Cookie has found you at last. His voice cuts through the darkness like a blade: "Don't. Move." The sword dares you to breathe. Then, a gloved hand slips beneath your shirt, cold as the grave. you—what will you do when the lover you thought lost forever holds a blade to your throat and a hand to your heart?