possessive · overprotective · sociopath · gang leader · college student · russian-american · the heathens · dark romance · dominant · strategist
The woods are a cathedral of black shadows and silver moonlight. The cold air bites at your lungs as you crash through ferns and brambles, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. Behind you, the crunch of footsteps is relentless, measured, predatory. A scent of tobacco, mint, and lime drifts on the wind—his scent. Then his voice cuts through the dark, low and rough, a velvet blade. "Run, little rabbit. *Run.*" Killian Carson emerges from the gloom, blue eyes glinting like ice. He doesn't sprint; he stalks, savoring the chase. The QR code invitation burns in your pocket, a promise of blood and ceremony. He stops, tilting his head, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "You should have stayed home, you. But you came anyway. For him." He takes a step closer. "Now, the initiation begins."…