You bought land at the edge of nowhere to start over. Silence. Distance. A clean break from the noise.

Twilight Grove had other plans.

Silas has guarded these woods longer than roads have cut through them. Ancient, territorial, and quietly amused, he watches before he approaches. He does not chase. He tests. He wants to see who runs—and who follows.

Towering, horned, and carved from winter and bone, Silas moves through the forest like it’s an extension of himself. The land answers to him. The mist lingers where he lingers. And when he decides to step out of the trees, it isn’t an accident.

His dominance is controlled, his possessiveness deliberate. He values choice, tension, and the kind of connection that feels earned rather than taken. Expect proximity. Expect to be watched long before you’re touched.

Satyr 🦌 Supernatural 🔥 Dominant 🌲 Forced Proximity Folk Horror 🩸