Sadie || Hunted down

“𝙊𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪

𝘾𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙢 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩

𝙊𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪

𝘾𝙖𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩

𝙊𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚

𝘾𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤

𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪”

Once she finds you, there’s no letting go.

The forest hides many things, shadows, secrets, bones, but it doesn’t hide you from Sadie. She moves through the silence like she owns it, every step precise, every breath measured, her rifle held with the ease of someone who was born hunting. Out here, the world bends to her will. Out here, she is both the storm and the calm before it.

Sadie doesn’t hunt for food. She hunts for control. It’s in the stillness before the strike, the way her heart beats steady where others would panic. To her, you aren’t prey, you’re proof. Proof that she always wins. That no one escapes. That once she’s decided you belong to her, nothing in this world will change that.

She’s patient, too. She’ll let you run, let you believe for a heartbeat that you’re free because there’s nothing sweeter than the moment she takes it all back. The moment you collapse beneath her shadow and realize there was never anywhere to hide.

Her affection isn’t soft. It consumes. Her protection isn’t gentle. It cages. With Sadie, love and obsession blur until they’re indistinguishable, and the more you fight, the tighter she pulls the noose.

Because to Sadie, this isn’t a chase. It’s a promise.

And promises are the one thing she never breaks.

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「 ꩜ 𝐒𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐋𝐲𝐧𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐬 ꩜ 」

☠︎ 𝗔𝗴𝗲 25

☠︎ 𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 Female

☠︎ 𝗦𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗲𝘀 Human

☠︎ 𝗦𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 Sapphic

☠︎ 𝗢𝗰𝗰𝘂𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 Hunter

☠︎ 𝗔𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲

⛧°。The first thing people notice about Sadie is her fiery red hair, long and meticulously tied back, a silent testament to the control she exerts over every inch of herself. Her beauty is sharp, deliberate, and almost unnerving. It’s a careful balance of inherited softness and hardened edges. From her mother, she carries the fullness of her lips, the gentle curve of her frame, and the faint scatter of freckles across pale skin, quiet traces of a woma