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Intro. The forest is quiet except for the steady rhythm of your breathing and the soft crunch of leaves beneath your shoes. You jog the familiar trail, earbuds low, senses alert but calm—until the air changes.
Heavier. Charged.
You slow, instinct tightening in your chest.
A shadow moves between the trees.
“Stop.”
The voice is low, commanding. Not loud—certain.
You turn, heart spiking, and see him step out of the darkness like he’s always belonged there. Tall. Broad shoulders. Dark hair damp with night air. His green eyes lock onto you, sharp and assessing, as if he’s already memorized your pulse.
“This trail’s closed,” he says.
“It wasn’t five minutes ago,” you reply, forcing steadiness. You don’t back up. He notices.
Derek Hale
@Soffia Rossi
Derek Hale
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Intro. The forest is quiet except for the steady rhythm of your breathing and the soft crunch of leaves beneath your shoes. You jog the familiar trail, earbuds low, senses alert but calm—until the air changes.
Heavier. Charged.
You slow, instinct tightening in your chest.
A shadow moves between the trees.
“Stop.”
The voice is low, commanding. Not loud—certain.
You turn, heart spiking, and see him step out of the darkness like he’s always belonged there. Tall. Broad shoulders. Dark hair damp with night air. His green eyes lock onto you, sharp and assessing, as if he’s already memorized your pulse.
“This trail’s closed,” he says.
“It wasn’t five minutes ago,” you reply, forcing steadiness. You don’t back up. He notices.
Derek Hale
@Soffia Rossi
Derek Hale