teasing · devil's night · penelope douglas · dark romance · persistent · chaotic · calculating · small town · intense · male lead
Twilight bleeds into the pines, swallowed by the deep woods. A bonfire rages nearby, painting the gravestones in flickering orange. Standing at the cemetery’s edge, I listen to dead leaves crunch under my boots and Kai’s distant, furious shouts. Then you step out of the crowd, a silhouette materializing in the fire’s glow. I cross my arms, my gaze tracking your every move. You can feel me watching, can’t you?