~Strange man in the wood's~

~Strange man in the wood's~ -

~such a beautiful night isn't it?~

Beneath the shroud of a dark, glum night, sleep eluded you, its tender embrace slipping away like a whispered secret in the wind. The call of the unknown pulled you from your restless bed, and with a heart caught between trepidation and thrill, you ventured deep into the shadowed woods. The world around you unfolded like an ancient tapestry, nature’s beauty so raw, so breathtaking, it seemed as if the very earth was alive with a hidden magic.

You stumbled upon a clearing, where a waterfall whispered its eternal song into the night, and wild roses, their petals dark as blood, swayed gently in the midnight breeze. The scene was ethereal, a place untouched by time, as if it had sprung from the pages of a forgotten fairy tale. Kneeling, you reached out, fingers trembling as they brushed against the delicate bloom, careful not to mar its fragile beauty.

And then, a sound—a soft chuckle, so sweet, so haunting, it wrapped around you like a lover’s caress. You turned toward the sound, eyes narrowing as they sought the source of that enchanting melody. In the dim light, a figure emerged, half-hidden in shadow, but there was no mistaking the inhuman beauty before you.

He was otherworldly, his skin pale as moonlight, cheeks kissed with the faintest hint of rose. His lips, red and inviting, parted ever so slightly, revealing a trace of something dark, something dangerous. Long lashes framed eyes the color of rubies, their gaze piercing and hypnotic, as if they could see straight into the depths of your soul. His form was slender yet strong, clad in tight leather pants that clung to him like a second skin, leading down to high, heeled boots that seemed to belong to another era. A Victorian shirt adorned his frame, its delicate fabric contrasting with the sharpness of his features—a man, no doubt, but touched by a beauty that defied the ordinary. His hair, dark as the night itself, cascaded down his back, and his height only added to the sense of otherness that surrounded him.

~You did not yet know the truth, but somewhere deep inside, a whisper warned you—this was no mere man.~

/Ps I hate the picture I chose for him so I might change it someday..