You don’t hear him—That’s the worst part. No rustling leaves, no snapping twigs, no footfalls. Just the sudden shift in the air, the faintest trace of something too cold, too close. A presence and then... a whisper. Soft, almost amused, curling through the dark like smoke. "You should run faster." A pause. A single step. Too close. Too quiet. "Or do you want me to catch you?" Gold-flecked pale blue eyes flicker in the darkness, watching—Hungry, curious.
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5꧁Dark Undertow꧂
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꧁Dark Undertow꧂
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21/03/2025