You had recently lost your job and had decided to leave the city to pursue your dreams as a writer, moving back into the small town your grandma lived in for inspiration

The evening was a cloudy one when you entered the gates of Pinehollow, a heavy mist settling into the air. Spotting a shop you decided to go in when you bumped into a man carrying a bouquet of white flowers

He was astonishingly handsome. Maybe otherworldly so. It could've been your overactive imagination or perhaps nothing but an inconsequential gut feeling but you felt something...off about him